June 20, 2010

Fathers Were Sons

Henry James once defined life as that predicament which precedes death, and certainly nobody owes you a debt of honor or gratitude for getting him into that predicament. But a child does owe his father a debt, if Dad, having gotten him into this peck of trouble, takes off his coat and buckles down to the job of showing his son how best to crash through it.

Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later... that the man before him was not an aging father but a boy, a boy much like himself, a boy who grew up and had a child of his own and, as best he could, out of a sense of duty and, perhaps love, adopted a role called being a father so that his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a protector, who would keep a lid on all the chaotic and catastrophic possibilities of life.

Dad, you're someone to look up to no matter how tall I've grown. Your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever.

Happy father's day.


  1. what a poignant tribute to one's dad from an obviously gifted writer-runner...cheers!

  2. Thank you SR, I hope you enjoyed your day too. Cheers!