Does anyone else ever have it when you are just pottering along in your day and then something seemingly small delivers a big old suckerpunch to your stomech and sense of worth?
This afternoon I was watching JJ. Abrams "Super 8" with a friend, a pretty mediocre film with some cool visuals. There was a moment near the end when the main boys father finds him among the carnage and just grabs him and hugs him tight and whispers "I've got you". Yeah, pretty sappy but it felt like a punch in my gut and a few seconds later I was bawling my eyes out.
I would give anything for my Dad to hug me like that and tell me that. Don't get me wrong, I know my Dad loves me. He is generous both with material possessions and with his time. But I have always felt that he loves me because he has to. Its a job, a role he has to fill because of how traditional he is in his family values. He isn't the most emotionally open man and never has been. Over the years I have tried to get him to open up but this very rarely happens and is brief. Even in the throes of my depression as a young adult he would never discuss it with me.
I have a younger sister who couldn't be more different than me. She has a high paid job, owns two properties and has been in a solid relationship for the past 10 years. She owns and drives a car and runs another business in her spare time. When my Dad speaks to her his eyes light up. They talk about cars and property and her relationship and friends. When I bring art and film and passion and debate and comedy to the table his eyes glaze over again and he falls quiet. He has no in erest in me and, although I have come to accept this over the years, ocassionally it will hit me like a ton of bricks. In this case while watching a movie about aliens and home made zombie movies.
