Daddy showed me how to hold and use tools, do some lightweight maintenance on my cars, explained some important things he wanted me to know, too. He had a lot of responsibility when he was a child, and that burden was omnipresent. I learned from observing the unspoken.
This aceo captures a little bit of the fire of the relationship, it's not tight, clear, and focused, and there is a gap, a threshold of sorts. There's some shine and hardness and a darkness to overcome. Fire and light.
It's not finished, perhaps it's the text, "Father and Son" that's prolonging the completion. My Dad died before he had a chance to see the big changes in his children's lives. I'm writing this on the 19th anniversary of his passing, but scheduled for a later posting. You might say he died young, and many people do, our reunions will come someday.
Do you have that special connection in retrospect of your Dad, whether he's alive or passed on?