My dad was a strict but compassionate man who cared deeply about his family, coworkers, and community. My dad never left my mother’s side for an entire year as she lost her battle with ovarian cancer. I loved my father. Most people did. He did try his best. He did provide for his family. He taught me many things and gave me a work ethic that made me who I am today: a guy who would throw his own father under the bus in a book about parenting. I’m probably a comedian because of my father. I loved making my mother laugh, but the impression of my father I did for my siblings changed the trajectory of my life. When I lampooned the feared dictator of our lives, I had my sisters’ and brothers’ attention and respect. For a moment I wasn’t simply the youngest or just another competitor for food. I was an equal. It was very empowering. I liked the feeling. By today’s standards, my dad wouldn’t be considered the greatest dad, and I’m sure his dad wouldn’t be considered the greatest dad either. I’m sure my grandfather’s dad would be considered an even worse dad. It probably goes all the way back to cavemen fathers just eating their children. What I’m trying to say is, dads are getting better. Either that or we are all slowly being turned into women. At least that’s what my gynecologist thinks. Gaffigan, Jim (2013-05-07). Dad Is Fat (p. 44). Crown Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Jun 2013 02:23:00 +0000
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