No man is responsible for his father. That was entirely his mother’s affair.
I pressed my father’s hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.
I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.
I wanted to be a forest ranger or a coal man. At a very early age, I knew I didn’t want to do what my dad did, which was work in an office.
My father taught me that the only way you can make good at anything is to practice, and then practice some more.