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Jan Peppler's avatar

My parents are both gone. My father died at age 56 and my mother at 76. Being 57 now, I often think about the people they were, the adults that they were, and the lives they led which I knew nothing about as a child. A good parent, I believe, is simply a parent to us when we are young. The challenge is for us to mature to where we can finally see them as more than just parents, but as the unique individuals that they are. I think what I’m most fascinated by is how each of us live incredible lives independent of what even are closest friends and families know. We are so multifaceted- no one can ever truly see our fullness and complexity. At least, I think it is difficult while we are still alive. It is an examined life that requires time and distance to unpack, understand, and integrate into our larger worldview.

What incredible gift it is that your father did share these stories with you. And clearly what a profound difference it has made. Thank you, intern, for sharing with us.

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david dussault's avatar

This is a beautiful story, told with an equal measure of love, astonishment and gratitude.

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