30/09/2024
As you may or may not have seen at this point but my dad passed away this weekend. I am glad he is finally no longer suffering and in pain.
In situations like this there are always regrets, I wish I did this or that. I just really wish things could’ve been different but they weren’t and we have to play the role assigned to us, they may suck and hurt at times but we learn and grow through that pain.
Below is a poem, prose, kaddish or whatever you want to chose to identity it as that came to me on a long walk a couple years ago I got to share it with him I think he understood it.
In the end:
In the end, it can be said, that you taught me.
That is true, however it doesn’t make it right.
The truth can hurt.
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But what is right, may not be wrong.
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It is my fault I perpetuated that evil,
It was so easy to fall back on what was inherent,
Innate, I didn’t even have to try.
I like to believe it was reactionary,
But I did it, spread what I had hoped to have killed.
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Was this just dharma, fate, what had to be to progress the story?
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Take a look at my story, my life.
It’s a story you started, It’s a lot like yours.
You taught me, but I have grown,
and can claim a place for peace on my own.
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I am more than that evil which we spread, as are you.
I have grown beyond what you taught, and what comes next will stumble, yet grow.
