On The Death Of My Father
06 December, 2014 On The Death of My Father I can neither mourn nor honor the passing of an evil man who continually brutalized and humiliated this fearful and sensitive soul 1 , and who, with steely 2 , intractable 3 malice and distemper 4 , drove irreconcilable wedges between those who would otherwise have cared for one another; a man who ruined relationships, suffocated hopes and ravaged dreams. Though I consider what might have been, a moment is more than the consideration deserves and the moment is gone. Between the evil and those who condoned and enabled the evil lies a distinction without a difference, but the evil has been stilled and torments no more. What the decedent 5 and his coarse, scatological 6 retinue 7 intended for my harm, God meant for my good. That God is just should cause them to tremble, but the spiritually insentient 8 , faithless religious dabblers, and the disreputable, treacherous, self-righteous dissemblers 9 with which the dec...