My reflections on Dad

 My Reflections on Dad

My father passed away early yesterday morning. My sister contacted me just before lunchtime to inform me of his death, which had been expected for some time. I appreciate her communication, as I may not have otherwise been notified of his passing.

I am aware that there is an expected grieving process following such a loss, yet I find myself experiencing no particular emotion. Consequently, I continually question whether it is appropriate not to feel any sense of remorse or sadness regarding the passing of someone who played a significant role in my existence. In fact, this lack of emotional response is more troubling to me than my father's death itself.

Due to my parents' divorce in 1962, my relationship with my father was often distant and occasionally challenging. The period during which he served as a Conservative Government MLA in Saskatchewan, while I worked in the NDP caucus office, resulted in frequent professional interactions. Despite our positions on opposite sides of the Legislature, that time fostered a mutual respect and understanding. It was then that we began to develop a friendship, moving beyond the traditional roles of father and son.

Over time, my career led me away from the political sphere to Ontario, where I established a family with my wife. It was during this period that my father became less present; our communication decreased significantly, and our interactions were infrequent. As a result, he did not develop a close relationship with my children and, similar to my mother, receded into the periphery of my life. In his later years, he appeared to withdraw intentionally from public engagement, in contrast to the prominent business figure he once was.

At times, I encounter challenges in understanding why my emotional reactions to significant events tend toward melancholy. Despite the transformative nature of this particular event, I do not perceive any notable change in my feelings compared to previous days.

My father dedicated himself to his work as a businessman, farmer, and politician. With his passing, his legacy will be shaped by history. I find comfort in imagining him reunited with his brothers, perhaps observing events from above, until the time comes for us to meet again.

Give him Hell, Harry!