NASH AKA THE JAMAICAN LADY
I had a very peculiar relationship with my father. I knew that he loved me, but he did not show it in the normal way. He never told us that he loved us growing up, nor hugged us nor kissed us nor played with us like other fathers did. He would do that with his nieces and nephews, even with his friends kids but not with his own flesh and blood. However, when the grand-kids came, he would do that with them. He took us to the moves, to dinner every year on my mother's birthday, to the beach every Sunday growing up. He was a good provider but not a gentle father. The first time I remember hearing my father tell me that he loved me, was when he was asking for our forgiveness on a visit to Jamaica when we were having a meal together, the day before we (my kids, my mother, my brother, and his family, and I) heading back home to Washington State. In retropective, I now understand that was because of how he was brought up. I only wish, he had told me sooner. I now live with regret of what could have been if I had a little more time with him.
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