I wrote a pretty long essay for my dad for Father’s day. His retirement home is going to make a poster and give it to him.
I hadn’t written anything that autobiographical and detailed about my childhood memories of my Dad and home in years so I was surprised at some of the dormant sentimental memories that popped up.
My writing seems a bit like the guy who wrote the Asperger’s book “Look Me in the Eye” though unlike him I really struggle to inject humor in my writing. I had to do a lot of editing out use of the passive voice, redundant and hackneyed phrases, and my overuse of words such as “really” or “also”
I sent to some friends and family and they gave a lot of applause but not any honest criticism probably because they didn’t want to hurt my feelings. I am next going to submit it to some friends I have in a local writing group and they will dissect it. I think my dad will enjoy it and it will lessen my sadness that I can’t visit him in person because of the virus lockdown.