I just finished Augusten Burroughs excellent and incredibly sad “A Wolf at the Table: A Memoir of My Father.”
He had a terrible childhood with an abusive and neglectful father. His father was alcoholic and sometimes his mom would leave the house fearing for her and her sons life.
Makes me realize how excellent my parents and father were. How loving. I have a picture on top of my bookshelf that’s probably 40 years old now of me with my dad and us both having huge smiles. He was always there for me and always had a twinkle in his eye.
And he died 4 years ago on April 1, 2013 to brain cancer. He would only be 70 today. I miss him especially as this anniversary comes up. Especially after reading a memoir of someone with a terrible childhood.
Much love to anyone still mourning a loss. Much love to anyone who has a difficult childhood.