I was the first born and named after my dad but the way things worked out, my two brothers are more like my dad than I ever was. My Father passed away when I was twenty-one years old. I'm now rapidly closing in on the age where he was when he died. He was from a different generation ..... That generation who in their prime youth years, had World War II thrust at them. In their twenties. I think later as parents they had certain expectations for their children that maybe are not so common today. Maybe hoping that their children would follow in their footsteps.
I occasionally wonder what he'd think of me all these years later? I always thought that he wished I had more interest in the things that he exposed me to as a kid. For example, hunting .... But I never understood hunting as a recreational activity. I went in a different direction. I wonder if initially anyway, he'd have been okay with that?
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