Blackbox trappings

A reflective look at life from the point of view of an artist, teacher, father and grandfather.

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Sunday, August 20, 2006

I dissapointed my son

There's no picture when you're heart is broken...

I made him mad. I meant to protect one and instead upset the other. There have been so many times I've been proud of him, so many times knowing he was there was a comfort. He was there when I was struck by a van. He was there when I needed him to help work, at any age he was always there. Never failing to be there.

I held him in a bike carrier to protect him from an angry dog because he was too little to protect himself. I wanted to protect both brothers but couldn't. His brother was bitten.

I'm afraid by saying these things he'll misunderstand me and think I'm holding things over his head. I don't want to be misunderstood. I love my son. I dissappointed him today by what I said and did.

I've tried my best to be a good example but have fallen short. Now, he'll become a father soon. He told me once he was proud of me. I don't know that I can ever get that back.

I just hurt so bad.