For various reasons I had a sessions this week with two brothers and a sister. They were in their late forties and they compared their impressions about what it was like growing up in their family.
But now their father, who was a distant father but a very successful businessman, is eighty-eight. He has been a widower for a long time, and now he is home, by himself, and moves with great difficulty. His children, mostly his daughter, come to see him four or five times a week to bring him food and cook for him.
He is not very sociable, because is usually tired, and they often find him asleep in his chair.
His daughter explained that this is true because every night he sits up in the chair, facing the door, trying to stay awake. He holds a 35 caliber pistol on his lap and waits for "them" to come and try to take away his.........well, that's not quite clear.
One of his son's says that the gun doesn't have a bullet in the chamber and the old man doesn't have the strength in his hands to pull the lever and get his weapon ready. But it's the thought that counts.
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Poor sad old geezer.
Geez man. I hope my dad doesn't become like that. Sounds like a Hunter S. Thompson situation waiting to happen. I love the blog. Looking forward to reading more of it because I have been in therapy for over two years haha.
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