‘You look just like your father.’ My grandmother once said and a sense of dread instantly came over me. I did not want to look like him; I did not want anything to do with him. A few years later in life, I would get better news.
‘Is that your mom?’ she asked
‘You look just like her.’
It was probably the best thing I could hope for, being told I looked like her and nothing like my father.
My Mother was a beautiful woman; I do not really see it per say but others, who have seen her photos, tell me she was. They say I have her smile, which is comforting since I loved her smile and I would be proud to carry that with me always.
My personality thankfully came mostly from my Uncle. A kind and gentle man, he helped when he could, how he could, where he could, and rarely asked for anything in return. However, even if I make him sound saint like, with that description, it is certainly not enough, to describe the kind of man he was.
I found that kind-heartedness runs on my Mom’s side of the family unexpectedly when I received a surprise email from my half brother, I did not know I even had… in Greece. He was from my Moms first marriage and I was thankful he spoke better English than I did Greek.
He offered to take me in if I was ever in Greece to visit and thanks to my search for my Mother, I found that I have family I do not mind knowing.
I have had a hard life, there are precious few family members I would want to think about. So instead I want to think about my children. From a physical standpoint, I hope that comes completely from my wife, who is by far the most beautiful person I have ever seen.
But if I have to pass on anything, I hope to pass on my humor and wit. I want them to be kind to others and to treat people the way they want to be treated.
I want to pass on to my children what my Uncle passed on to me, how to be a decent person.
If I can do, even just that, I will be a proud parent.