Nevertheless

After a long conversation with my father-in-law, about baseball, the governors race, and great-grand youngins. We signed off with a sincere “I love you” and “Goodbye”.  It’s never nothing much, just a weekly 20 to 30 minute conversation about life. Just things that can never be conveyed in a text or with an emoji. Being a man of words, I guess it’s pretty easy for me to come up with lines to convey my truth. But when it comes to matters of conversation, it’s an art that is dying by degrees each and every day.
 
Even with my own children all over the age of 34, all with lives of their own. It’s hard to get a word out of them edge wise, but a text or an emoji, that comes easy to the millennial generation. It makes me long for the days of sitting around Grandma’s kitchen table with a cloud of cigarette smoke. Listening to the tall tales my uncles would weave, while Grandma called them out on their misbehavior. Grown men all getting a kick out of messing with their Momma like they were kids again.
 
Unfortunately our family doesn’t quite communicate that way. Mostly taking things way too seriously about the circumstances that surround our history. I guess it’s their way of compensating for the things they didn’t get as a child. So not all the blame can be laid at the feet of the next generation. Maybe they are right and it’s all my fault for not standing tall on that pedestal. But I tried, at least that’s what I tell myself. For the sins of the father, are often the sins of the sons and the daughters. But nevertheless, communication and tack are the cornerstones of a good relationship. And maybe one day we’ll all get back to that place.  
 
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