OFFICIAL Sharing Stories: Me & My Old Man

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Sharing Stories: Me & My Old Man
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All About Dad

A simple thread to talk about Dad. Does yours tell embarrassing jokes? Does yours also fall asleep in front of the TV and wake up again when someone turns it off?

※No rules, no prizes, only a storytelling thread around an imagined campfire.
 

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This is my dad, he's a table tennis fanatic and our house never has enough space to put his trophies and medals. He's also a genius at math (sudoku anyone?), at fixing anything everything, at spoiling his son and daughter (more so for the latter). My shade from the sun, my shelter from the rain, my anchor on the sea, my candle in the darkness!
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This is my granddad. He served in the Japanese Navy when Taiwan was colonized by Japan, and when his ship sank he swam back to save his buddies from the shipwreck, though not all of them survived. On the wedding night of his arranged marriage he ran away from the bathroom window to marry my grandma instead. At 88 years old he found out he had stage 4 lung cancer, so he put on his best suit and favorite hat and threw himself a farewell party. He was a gentleman and an inspiration to many, and a sorely missed heroic soul...
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This is my dearest memory of my dad, let it not paint a picture of a bad man for I love him dearly.


This is not a poem because it just don't rhyme:


I could see the sorrow of his life drained from his eyes
to drip drip into the puddle of blood under his bed
mixed with the urine of his last fight for breath.

His mouth spoke - the eyes completed the story
asking a forgiveness I just could not give
as I was standing there at his bed when he died.

His hands reaching begging with the weak movement of death
I was rooted to the place, pride holding me to the spot
as I looked at him die.

The bullit through his head made its mark
a reddened spatter on the pillow
leaving a gaping hole.

I could smell the sorrow the following day
cleaning the floor from blood, piss and decay
my hands stained to this day.

How could one big man come to this, leaving me, mom and sis?
The answer I could never give.


To this day I can learn to understand
and forgive this man I called dad.
The deed he has done.

How do I forgive myself for denying
this man forgiveness
by his son?
 

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This is my dad, he's a table tennis fanatic and our house never has enough space to put his trophies and medals. He's also a genius at math (sudoku anyone?), at fixing anything everything, at spoiling his son and daughter (more so for the latter). My shade from the sun, my shelter from the rain, my anchor on the sea, my candle in the darkness!
This is my granddad. He served in the Japanese Navy when Taiwan was colonized by Japan, and when his ship sank he swam back to save his buddies from the shipwreck, though not all of them survived. On the wedding night of his arranged marriage he ran away from the bathroom window to marry my grandma instead. At 88 years old he found out he had stage 4 lung cancer, so he put on his best suit and favorite hat and threw himself a farewell party. He was a gentleman and an inspiration to many, and a sorely missed heroic soul...
Such haunting phrases in your beautiful stories!
 

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This is my dearest memory of my dad, let it not paint a picture of a bad man for I love him dearly.

This is not a poem because it just don't rhyme:

I could see the sorrow of his life drained from his eyes
to drip drip into the puddle of blood under his bed
mixed with the urine of his last fight for breath.

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"The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive then forget; the wise forgive but do not forget." - Thomas Szasz
 

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This is my dearest memory of my dad, let it not paint a picture of a bad man for I love him dearly.


This is not a poem because it just don't rhyme:


I could see the sorrow of his life drained from his eyes
to drip drip into the puddle of blood under his bed
mixed with the urine of his last fight for breath.

His mouth spoke - the eyes completed the story
asking a forgiveness I just could not give
as I was standing there at his bed when he died.

His hands reaching begging with the weak movement of death
I was rooted to the place, pride holding me to the spot
as I looked at him die.

The bullit through his head made its mark
a reddened spatter on the pillow
leaving a gaping hole.

I could smell the sorrow the following day
cleaning the floor from blood, piss and decay
my hands stained to this day.

How could one big man come to this, leaving me, mom and sis?
The answer I could never give.


To this day I can learn to understand
and forgive this man I called dad.
The deed he has done.

How do I forgive myself for denying
this man forgiveness
by his son?
Sergeant, really sorry for that and ur words made me cry really:cry:
 
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Andy Z.

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Although my dad are always strict for us in my childhood, he try his best to support us in our life and guide us to a correct direction. so for now if we have any question, he is willing to discuss with us. We can still learn a lot from him. Really appreciat all the effort he made for us. (y)(y)(y)
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Although my dad are always strict for us in my childhood, he try his best to support us in our life and guide us to a correct direction. so for now if we have any question, he is willing to discuss with us. We can still learn a lot from him. Really appreciat all the effort he made for us. (y)(y)(y)
Master Sergeant Z., I believe you've gained weight! :D
 
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Dad... never called someone like that..
Never had someone called dad and i dont know what is like to have a dad...
One man called so left me and my mom 1 month before my birth, and never show up again, he decided to find another woman and be someone else dad... nevermind..

But i know one other name...its MOM..
I know how it feels to have a mom, to feel her hugs, kisses i know how she helped me when i fell, when i was in trouble...
She was always there even when she was tired she never sayd to me NO, even when she was sick i had a meal, clean clothing a goodnight story.. everything!

She was my mom and my "dad", she was gently, sensible,kind but also strong, worker and strong to provide us all the necessary things and to defend us!

But before 2 years i heard that name, that call .. DAD
It was from my son, my little boy :) That was the best word ever... and now before 1 month my little girl started talking and she say DADDY :) There isnt anything like when your son or doughter call you so, lay beside you, hug you.. even when they make trouble i love it!

I AM DAD i am that old man, who will be there for my kids, protect them, rise them and help them,
I never had from who to learn to be a dad but I will be a dad like my mother was to me i will never let them down!


Be a good father dont let down your kids, expecially now when the life go fast, business, social media..
Give them their times, they grow up so fast, they want your love and attention becouse you can undo that, you cant start again when you fail and lose you time with your kids.

Take advantage of free time before occupancy, health before illness and life in doing good things before death!

Love you guys!

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Interesting topic! Miss my old man, it's been months I haven't been home
Dad... never called someone like that..
Never had someone called dad and i dont know what is like to have a dad...
One man called so left me and my mom 1 month before my birth, and never show up again, he decided to find another woman and be someone else dad... nevermind..

But i know one other name...its MOM..
I know how it feels to have a mom, to feel her hugs, kisses i know how she helped me when i fell, when i was in trouble...
She was always there even when she was tired she never sayd to me NO, even when she was sick i had a meal, clean clothing a goodnight story.. everything!

She was my mom and my "dad", she was gently, sensible,kind but also strong, worker and strong to provide us all the necessary things and to defend us!

But before 2 years i heard that name, that call .. DAD
It was from my son, my little boy :) That was the best word ever... and now before 1 month my little girl started talking and she say DADDY :) There isnt anything like when your son or doughter call you so, lay beside you, hug you.. even when they make trouble i love it!

I AM DAD i am that old man, who will be there for my kids, protect them, rise them and help them,
I never had from who to learn to be a dad but I will be a dad like my mother was to me i will never let them down!


Be a good father dont let down your kids, expecially now when the life go fast, business, social media..
Give them their times, they grow up so fast, they want your love and attention becouse you can undo that, you cant start again when you fail and lose you time with your kids.

Take advantage of free time before occupancy, health before illness and life in doing good things before death!

Love you guys!
That feels, man! Kudos to awesome dads!
 

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Dad... never called someone like that..
Never had someone called dad and i dont know what is like to have a dad...
One man called so left me and my mom 1 month before my birth, and never show up again, he decided to find another woman and be someone else dad... nevermind..

But i know one other name...its MOM..
I know how it feels to have a mom, to feel her hugs, kisses i know how she helped me when i fell, when i was in trouble...
She was always there even when she was tired she never sayd to me NO, even when she was sick i had a meal, clean clothing a goodnight story.. everything!

She was my mom and my "dad", she was gently, sensible,kind but also strong, worker and strong to provide us all the necessary things and to defend us!

But before 2 years i heard that name, that call .. DAD
It was from my son, my little boy :) That was the best word ever... and now before 1 month my little girl started talking and she say DADDY :) There isnt anything like when your son or doughter call you so, lay beside you, hug you.. even when they make trouble i love it!

I AM DAD i am that old man, who will be there for my kids, protect them, rise them and help them,
I never had from who to learn to be a dad but I will be a dad like my mother was to me i will never let them down!


Be a good father dont let down your kids, expecially now when the life go fast, business, social media..
Give them their times, they grow up so fast, they want your love and attention becouse you can undo that, you cant start again when you fail and lose you time with your kids.

Take advantage of free time before occupancy, health before illness and life in doing good things before death!

Love you guys!

You have me choked-up Hamza...thanks for your wize words...