During the course of Christmas dinner I found out that my Dad can dance the tango (it's something I want to learn in 2006). He didn't give me a demonstration as his hip was playing up, but it made me think.
Over the past couple of years dealing with the realization of the adverse affect some aspects of my family background has had on my development, I have forgotten the positives. Some of my gifts and talents I owe to my Dad. I am glad to have the creative streak that I possess and some of that has to be from his side of the family. This doesn't mean that I feel a sudden closeness to him, the road to an easy intimacy is a long one and I'm not sure yet whether I can travel it but when I am next caught in the turmoil of my family's below surface dysfunctionality, I can at least honour my father by remembering that he was once passionate enough about life to dance the tango.
Flickers of Hope
5 years ago
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