I pressed my father’s hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.
I am not ashamed to say that no man I ever met was my father’s equal, and I never loved any other man as much.
I know that I will never find my father in any other man who comes into my life, because it is a void in my life that can only be filled by him.
Sons have always a rebellious wish to be disillusioned by that which charmed their fathers.