This is a tough subject matter for me guys. When I discuss my parents, it’s always a nostalgic mix of pain and joy. But no matter what, I gotta do this for the culture.
So, I was going through some old pictures of my parents, my dad especially, and memories came flooding in waves. I started with the earlier pictures of when he was a young strapping gentleman with so much vigor.
I progressed further down the pile of photos and one picture stopped me in my tracks. This was my dad twenty years older at my mothers burial looking like a broken man.
This, my friends, was the exact moment that my father was demystified in my eyes. So, here was a man that occupied absolute god-like status in my eyes, weeping profusely like a little child. There were times as a kid I couldn’t look the man in the eyes out of fear. It was incredibly difficult to see a man who always oozed strength in such a vulnerable position. It was only went downhill from then on people, and like an onion bulb King Oguh unraveled.
But that essentially is life. To be honest, I feel that children are supposed to view their parents through innocent eyes and in such reverence till they are matured enough to look at their parents objectively when these vulnerabilities start to show. Because when you start to see the flaws, you can’t un-see them.
Same way I feel the need to believe in “Father Christmas”, “The Boogeyman” or even the “The Innocence of the World” until its time the rip the band-aid off.
Everybody has to see their their parents become human. I think it makes us appreciate them more because only humans can raise humans.
So guys lets talk, what moment in your life did the veil fall from your eyes and your heroes became human? I’ll tweet the most interesting posts in the comment section.