Still the Same Man
“When you can’t change the direction of the wind, adjust your sails.” H. Jackson Brown Jr.
He used to be larger-than-life to the little girl who worshiped him, boastful with pride if she had done anything remotely noteworthy in school, eerily calm and quiet in his reproachful voice when she’d misbehaved.
As a teenager she found his need to protect her overbearing and unnecessary. She was almost an adult. She knew what she wanted and needed. Why couldn’t he trust her? He bellowed with frustration.
He is smaller now, his voice a little over a whisper. He takes her arm whenever he feels unsteady. His steps are slower, more cautious. At times, he forgets who she is.