By Tom Brown
Sat, 06 Dec 2014
My father could be a pig. My father was fat and sweaty and shiny. He was a slob. He was dirty, ugly and nasty, crude and obscene. He could get rowdy. He was known as Buster, brutal and sometimes violent.
This was only when he was drunk.
He had very dark moods, commonly known as the black dog which usually lasts about two hours. Only later did I know it was much worse for him than us. Not once did he miss a day’s work somehow he never had hangovers.
Also he was the most noble man that you could ever hope to know. He was honest, sincere and truthful. When he was sober was gentle, kind shy and sensitive. With him around one always felt safe. He had terrific insight and courage, incredibly strong mentally and physically, always disciplined.
My grandfather was the same. I would never choose any other father for my father I miss him terribly. I loved my father.