How I learned to love my Father before…

How I learned to love my Father before I lost him:

How can I best love my father? For me, right now, it means two things.

The first is to hold him up high. To honor his highest possible self. To acknowledge his best intentions and forgive him where I perceive that he’s fallen short. To know that he was once a boy too, who got some needs met and others not. As a result he made decisions about both himself and the world. He’s still carrying them with him. I’m no different.

The second is to meet him where he’s at and honor who he is in this very moment. In order to do this I need to acknowledge my tendencies to want him to be more open, or happier, or more present. Or whatever it is that I project that he’s not.