I introduced myself to my dad around 20 and was still so young and angry and bitter that it took some growing up to do and learning life’s lessons that there is ALWAYS more to the story than what’s being presented. I learned to let some serious shit go (dealt with it and moved along) after learning that him not being there was heavy on my moms shoulders).
it’s really an odd story.
So over the last 6-7 I’ve been slowly getting re acquainted with him and his other children. (I say reacquainted because we went to school together but no one told us we were siblings)
my gawd I’m rambling.
Anyways......
I learned that he paints.
and these are things he painted. And then him at a craft fair Or something haha with his paintings.