My Father in Reflection,
I started this series last year following my Father’s death, after l discovered a treasure trove of his written words in the formats of diaries and letters, short fiction stories, historical writing and memoir shorts. In addition to those l have the manuscripts to his ‘novels’. The other reason for the series was to try and get a handle on my Father, or the Father l didn’t know as well. I had many questions about him and his role in my life as my Father. I wanted to know why for twenty years he had stopped dead in his tracks following the ending of his last relationship in 1998 to his long lost love.
Over the last three months or so of posting his stories as well as reading them, l have discovered that l did know him, the credo of a leopard doesn’t lose its spots was still apt. He was the same man l always knew, just as he aged he became very fixed in many of his already traditionalist and at time anti-flavoursome opinions. But that happens to us all. He had become very cynical, however and of the few stories l have not displayed, that cynicism is quite rife.
Now this week, Part 1 of this series will be finishing. These stories were much easier to simply, read, edit, copy and paste into my own editor as they were saved to disc on his own hardrive. However Part 2 holds a further 100 – 150 additional stories but these were never stored into the computer and will require me to write up and with my current writing restrictions this makes it somewhat difficult. So for the time being, Part 2 will have to wait till l am back in 100% fitness status. But the series doesn’t end. I vowed to myself, that l would show to both myself and my readership the writings of my Father.
Luckily to a certain degree l can detach emotionally from him as my Father, and recognise that he wasn’t that bad a fiction writer as well as a crafty wordsmith. I got my own skill set from someone, and l know it wasn’t my Mother, she was/is a devout reader but not a prolific writer like my Father was. Also many of my readership enjoy his stories, and so too do l. The learning process has been an interesting one and has filled with me with a lot of fascination, so l am keen to continue promoting this series because of the interest level that l also have for his writings.
I had a strategy in mind of how l was going to write this series up before l started and so far it is running the way l planned it; Part 1 Written Stories, The Diary Readings, the Novels, Part 2 Written Stories and finishing with the unfinished auobiography. So all in all, about a years worth of publishing to my blog. A year with my dad, l think that is fair do’s. Of course once the series is finished l had also planned to then write a new series entitled: Family’s Not A Word – It’s A Sentence For Life! Which would be my summary of the year itself since my Father’s death.
I haven’t not noticed the irony in all of this either, that in some ways l have been closer to my Father with this series than he ever allowed me to become when he was alive. There is a sadness there l feel. But he chose as did l to walk different paths to each other due to the very nature of the man himself, he attached his emotions to my Sister Jenny, rather than share them equally. Such is the way of life.
So sometime this week, l will be starting to post up the first of his novels [Footsteps] which thankfully are saved to disc and are accessible in a series of ‘episodes’, when the short stories finally end in Part 1.