Sunday
Mar162008
The Brothers
Sunday, March 16, 2008 at 23:13 It's strange to see an ignorant person admit defeat, and tonight that defeat came in the form of an oxygen cylinder and mask. Never expected him to actually want to put it on, much less for several minutes at a time, but he did, lying there quietly, eyes closed, the sound of it bubbling thru the water filling an otherwise quiet room.
And now I'm wondering how people can live together in the same house for the most part of their lives and not know each other. I mean, we never actually spoke. Ever. Had mustered the courage once to ask him one day why he was wearing the shirt he had on. He didn't understand what was wrong with it. I didn't understand why that question was so hard to ask.
Looking back now, it's plain to see that mom did everything for us - cos' we were exactly that to her. She gave up working, she gave up her life and chose instead to live hers thru ours, a very courageous thing, that. She was actually two parents in one, unlike dad who appeared to be indifferent. He was just...there, going to work, coming back home and occasionally playing cards with his buddies. He never knew his children, and neither we, him. And we accepted that cos’ it has forever been that way. That’s simply the person he is and it had a lot to do with his own childhood experiences.
Parenting is not easy by any means; mistakes will be made along the way and for some reason a lot of us have trouble accepting that, choosing to be scarred for life instead of doing something about it. But I believe that most parents do the very best they know how - and in our case, three brothers are better people because of just that.
And now I'm wondering how people can live together in the same house for the most part of their lives and not know each other. I mean, we never actually spoke. Ever. Had mustered the courage once to ask him one day why he was wearing the shirt he had on. He didn't understand what was wrong with it. I didn't understand why that question was so hard to ask.
Looking back now, it's plain to see that mom did everything for us - cos' we were exactly that to her. She gave up working, she gave up her life and chose instead to live hers thru ours, a very courageous thing, that. She was actually two parents in one, unlike dad who appeared to be indifferent. He was just...there, going to work, coming back home and occasionally playing cards with his buddies. He never knew his children, and neither we, him. And we accepted that cos’ it has forever been that way. That’s simply the person he is and it had a lot to do with his own childhood experiences.
Parenting is not easy by any means; mistakes will be made along the way and for some reason a lot of us have trouble accepting that, choosing to be scarred for life instead of doing something about it. But I believe that most parents do the very best they know how - and in our case, three brothers are better people because of just that.
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