It took my Dad 12 years but today he asked me, for the first time since I told him about it, how I& #39;m handling my anxiety disorder

I wish it hadn& #39;t taken so long. I wish it wasn& #39;t spurred on by my younger brother& #39;s severe mental illness diagnosis last week.

But I& #39;m grateful 1/5

He seemed so uncomfortable and happily ran off when I assuaged his fleeting interest with reductionist platitudes that I& #39;d be OK

The truth is his generation literally rubbed dirt on it and kept going. PTSD? More like Grandpa had a little guilt over what he did in Korea

Therapy? Might as well wear a dress. They don& #39;t do feelings, love, heart to hearts. They do toughness, lectures, detached mentorships

With age I& #39;ve realized he& #39;s just a slightly older less sensitive version of myself. If I can& #39;t have sympathy for the Older Me who can I forgive?

I& #39;m so glad to have him and nearly all my elders around still. I& #39;m unimaginably blessed in that way. They aren& #39;t perfect but they love me and that& #39;s enough

If your Father is still here forgive the failures and embrace him with your whole heart on Sunday. If he& #39;s not here make sure to reminisce on the good memories and remember you are his legacy...in all it& #39;s beautiful imperfection