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Fathers day, are times of reflection for me: My father was in jail most of my childhood, shortly before running away from boarding school, during school holidays, I went to see
him. I knew I probably wouldnt see him again I wanted to tell him about my resentments
my anger. I took him tobbacco and a pipe why? I dont know, I mean you take people things
in hospital so maybe its the same for jail. It was the first time I had ever visited him,in that visit a resolution was born I would never ever land there.
My anger resentment seemed childish,compared to what and where he was.
When the wardens brought him we spoke awhile, nothing earth shattering, no pearls of wisdom.as the wardens called for him to go I looked him in the eyes and said " I love you
dad"
A month later I left Zimbabwe . Years later after I had heard he had died I was glad that
I hadnt let bitterness and anger be my last memory of him, in the end he had without
knowing it given me a pearl of wisdom ,which I would only appreciate later.
It is also why I tell people close to me how much I love them,and try to show it.
As For my own children, That is another topic

Stan