“The smallest gestures often make the biggest difference.”
Today’s story is from Sharon.
Dad was distant. We never had a close relationship. Did he even like me? Sometimes I wondered.
My father was taciturn, reserved, an academic. Neat freak. Perfectionist. Workaholic.
We were like sugar and salt. I was full of words — and problems, too. Dad said little, buried in work and his books. That’s why my sister and I first lived with Mom in Illinois. But as I grew older, it didn’t work out. Mom and I had issues.
I was bipolar, had OCD and an eating disorder. It became too much for her to handle. So at 18, I packed up and headed for Minnesota to live with Dad. At least he would just leave me alone.
He was exactly as I remembered. Introverted. Distant. But he had a razor sharp intellect, and was very observant. READ MORE