Normally, if people online give good wishes to their fathers, it's for a public purpose of making themselves look like "good people." In my case, I'm recognizing that I remember that my father was born on January 24, 1940. And that he'll be dying soon, and that I'll, as his child, feel deeply about that.
He wasn't ever very nice to me, though. I still remember being 7 years old and him (1) Screaming at me and forcing my head to the floor after me and my brother had chased each other around and messed up the living-room curtains; and (2) Forcing me against my will to eat a big spoonful of peanut-butter on the day before 2nd Grade.
The abuse went on and got much worse after that, culminating in him shooting at my mother in 1977, when I was 12. After she divorced him that year, he kept on hanging around, threatening suicide, driving out to our home, etc.
I understand that he got better after 1977. (Well, not in 1980, when I spent a week with him in South Dakota when I was 15. He was as nasty as ever.)
I hear that later he got better. Good for him. Happy Birthday.
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