Sometimes men go a little crazy when their fathers pass away. They lose their rudder and scud across life's ocean for a while.
When my grandfather died, my father lost his way in similar fashion. It didn't help matters that he died in 1969, the advent of the sexual revolution.
We watched our material fortunes--such as they were--plummet; owning to renting, house to duplex, and finally there was a divorce. That relationship would see a steady decline until he divorced himself completely from his past, his family, nearly 20 years later.
Though that time was a wasteland in material terms, we always had enough. I graduated from college without debt and joined the Navy. And that time was rich in spirituality, during which the seeds of awakening were planted, an awakening in full bloom today.
As the Psalmist wrote: "A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling."
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