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In the ’80s I decided to give my father a call. I was in my twenties, but we hadn’t spoken in years, so I call him, and he decides that they would pay us a visit. Went okay. Years pass, and my brother in CA says he was on his way to visit dad, and said he’d stop by and pick me up, on the way.
Find out a day later that dad had to be rushed to the ER, with heart murmurs or something, after he heard I might be coming along.
Years later, my brother in CA decides he wants to try again. I call my brother in TX, and tell him the good news.
First thing he says is, “Don’t you hurt him, Marty. Don’t you hurt him.” I was, what the hell are you talking about, and he repeats the same thing a couple more times, then hangs up. I had no idea what he was talking about.
In ’18, he was on his death bed, and I was the only son who wasn’t notified, and I was the closest to him. Then days later i found out he’d passed, and I wasn’t wanted at the funeral.
Why was my dad, an Airborne Green Beret, four tours in ‘Nam, scared to death of me, and why would my brother think I would harm him.
I know why now. I know why the older I got, the more he distanced himself from me. You see, these programmers can lock away events, things they don’t want you to remember, but eventually, no matter how good they are, the subject will remember. In my case it took decades, and I spent many years thinking I was insane, when all these horrific details came back.
As for my dad? If he was so frightened of me, what was his role in all this I remember?