My dad really was cool

I read back through yesterday's blog. I may have made my Dad sound like a dead beat. We all get into a place where we think we are doing the right thing. He was not dead beat. He allowed the powers that were to pressure him into forsaking his family. I remember at age about six thinking, "Who is this guy who sleeps here?" He was not forsaking us on purpose. He really thought he was doing the right thing. Not until the shit hit the fan when I was about fifteen did he do a 180 degree turn.

He and my Mom were the people who loved the people nobody else wanted to love. It would bug the crap out of my brother and I. The unlovely people at our house often. He went out of his way to help people. He would make convert, as it were, operations out of the baptist bubble we were in. "Don't touch the things of the world or be stained by it!" It was a very separatist mentality. No one had non christian friends. Everything was done apart from the world inside a bubble of christian people.

My Dad was great man who died too soon. He had so much more to give. I miss him.