tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post1664294211884442849..comments2024-01-21T03:30:35.366-05:00Comments on Standing Outside Looking In: Letters to My FatherStephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-42604037719315229742013-09-03T21:40:22.554-04:002013-09-03T21:40:22.554-04:00DaddyBear, the pain indeed diminished. Thank you s...DaddyBear, the pain indeed diminished. Thank you so very much for the kind comment. Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-54539096635093304622013-09-03T21:39:05.965-04:002013-09-03T21:39:05.965-04:00Thanks, Sweetheart. Sorry for such a late reply. I...Thanks, Sweetheart. Sorry for such a late reply. I did spend time with him this past weekend. God Bless.Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-10291248227566287272013-09-03T13:37:01.531-04:002013-09-03T13:37:01.531-04:00Thank you so much for these. My own family dissol...Thank you so much for these. My own family dissolved abruptly in 1983, and I completely understand a boy trying desperately to reach out to a father that's not there anymore. I hope that over the years the pain has lessened for you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-47312778484880851242013-08-23T06:08:46.772-04:002013-08-23T06:08:46.772-04:00The ache in your heart must have been unbearable. ...The ache in your heart must have been unbearable. I cannot imagine what life without my Father would have been like. He's been gone for sixteen years and I still miss him terribly. Call him, Stephen especially now as an adult you do not have issues with him. He still is the man who influenced you to be who you are today. Chickenmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02978826295959619815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-55802274108206751902013-08-23T05:22:08.849-04:002013-08-23T05:22:08.849-04:00I'm sorry, Linda...I hate to make anyone cry. ...I'm sorry, Linda...I hate to make anyone cry. I wish I knew if he indeed wrote but I just can't remember...I'm sure he did...perhaps I should call him and ask. He's in his eighties and we seldom speak, not because we have issues we're just both stuck with hectic lives. Thanks, Sweet Lady.Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-4762158014793370782013-08-23T05:19:19.585-04:002013-08-23T05:19:19.585-04:00Exactly, if one parent will at least try and save ...Exactly, if one parent will at least try and save their children the pain of divorce I've accomplished something. Thank you, very much, David. Nice to have you around.Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-18281106203215033642013-08-23T05:18:02.243-04:002013-08-23T05:18:02.243-04:00Must have been awful...sorry. My mother died early...Must have been awful...sorry. My mother died early too but at least I had her until her early forties. Thanks, my friend. Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-47772686745584197132013-08-23T01:10:23.073-04:002013-08-23T01:10:23.073-04:00Those letters brought tears to my eyes. I do hope ...Those letters brought tears to my eyes. I do hope he wrote to you. You so eloquently expressed the longing and tried valiantly to appeal to the things you thought would move him to return. The little boy spoke so sincerely. <br /><br />When I was a small child, I begged my mother to divorce my father, so I don't relate to your longing for your father. I do relate the longing for a parent.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14991571309786149363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-54051189577349884432013-08-22T21:57:08.863-04:002013-08-22T21:57:08.863-04:00My dad was killed 6 weeks before I was born. In a ...My dad was killed 6 weeks before I was born. In a way, I think that's better than a divorce. My mom remarried when I was one to a very good man. I've always known him as dad, but growing up with a different last name from the rest of my family... and always knowing I was the odd one out... yeah. There was pain there. The ghost of my father and the violence of his death looms long in my mind, despite never having met the man. Thanks for sharing. I hope at least one person in a rough marriage reads this post and says... hell no. I'm not doing that to my child.David The Goodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10198938190820294516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-5566598003111814652013-08-22T21:49:20.561-04:002013-08-22T21:49:20.561-04:00Thanks... Sadly my dad died when I was nine... Dif...Thanks... Sadly my dad died when I was nine... Different pain, but still pain...Old NFOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16404197287935017147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-8136399209100137492013-08-22T21:49:16.039-04:002013-08-22T21:49:16.039-04:00Thanks... Sadly my dad died when I was nine... Dif...Thanks... Sadly my dad died when I was nine... Different pain, but still pain...Old NFOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16404197287935017147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-84572929725087510532013-08-22T20:20:02.835-04:002013-08-22T20:20:02.835-04:00You are more than welcome, Steve. You are more than welcome, Steve. Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-64444792791818115242013-08-22T20:19:33.882-04:002013-08-22T20:19:33.882-04:00We must all build solid rooms far back in our mind...We must all build solid rooms far back in our minds to lock away the sad...yet the remembering of it never remains hidden forever, like the death of a loved one. Remember, you're a better person for it. Thanks, Sweet Joy.Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-53451076345952744792013-08-22T20:16:57.360-04:002013-08-22T20:16:57.360-04:00He must have but you know for the life of me I can...He must have but you know for the life of me I cannot remember. I have none of his letters as proof. Thank you, Izzy.Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-86486484621013224222013-08-22T20:15:51.787-04:002013-08-22T20:15:51.787-04:00I placed them back where they belong. Thanks,my go...I placed them back where they belong. Thanks,my good friend.Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-56317587462017573812013-08-22T20:14:43.902-04:002013-08-22T20:14:43.902-04:00Yes we indeed do, Harry. Thank you. Yes we indeed do, Harry. Thank you. Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-53339109328792902672013-08-22T20:13:45.112-04:002013-08-22T20:13:45.112-04:00Thanks, Sweet One. He's fine.Thanks, Sweet One. He's fine.Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-58369044470489671772013-08-22T20:13:04.743-04:002013-08-22T20:13:04.743-04:00My pleasure, Matt. Thank you.My pleasure, Matt. Thank you.Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-39407621136672024822013-08-22T20:12:37.787-04:002013-08-22T20:12:37.787-04:00Sometimes words just can't express my feelings...Sometimes words just can't express my feelings...thank you, my friend.Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-17574043762981229562013-08-22T19:57:37.961-04:002013-08-22T19:57:37.961-04:00Thank you Stephen.
SteveThank you Stephen.<br /><br />SteveStevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09550967626491277133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-2418640580674331702013-08-22T12:44:25.580-04:002013-08-22T12:44:25.580-04:00Those letters made rips in my heart. I was with yo...Those letters made rips in my heart. I was with you all the way. Today, my sister thought I'd like to received three ancient photos from my past. She's sentimental. I'm not. We lived different lives, me being younger by 10 years. MY life has had so many horrors in it, that it is not a place I enjoy returning to. I never think of them, but they're always in my mind. How does THAT happen?lotta joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12742978845913126675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-60485924870879448852013-08-22T12:30:11.479-04:002013-08-22T12:30:11.479-04:00I'm sure they bring back lots of memories, goo...I'm sure they bring back lots of memories, good and bad. All of which make us what we are today.<br /><br />Did your Dad every write back? Izzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07750628123685151713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-35933607214928730352013-08-22T12:20:47.548-04:002013-08-22T12:20:47.548-04:00Very thought provoking those.
Very thought provoking those.<br /> PioneerPreppyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09269878017447335944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-706223787956323172013-08-22T12:19:07.634-04:002013-08-22T12:19:07.634-04:00I think as you get older you start living more in ...I think as you get older you start living more in the past. I know I spend a lot more time than is probably healthy looking back instead of ahead. It must just be a human trait.<br /><br />Divorces are very hard on kids. My wife and I went through a rough patch about 15 years ago and that was one reason we kept on working to make the marriage sound, we didn't want the kids to go through that kind of experience.Harry Flashmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05071021900005041592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-51004966284089045682013-08-22T12:17:33.472-04:002013-08-22T12:17:33.472-04:00My heart breaks for the boy you once were.My heart breaks for the boy you once were.mizdebhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11746364348066096911noreply@blogger.com