.
...... he was big and tattoos.
They were big as was his presence in any space.
Most of his words came out as paused starts and smatterings which were almost grunts.
It was all a alcohol fused mind brain and vocal chords.
One phrase came through clearly;
"I am a spiritual person"
Another was clear a little later;
"I am a alcoholic"
These are memories in my own brain - on the running video screen in my mind.
Replay.
I only shared a one way interaction.
Of course there was two.
My interaction.
I will not share that.
An observation;
There was tears there that could not come out.
Locked in.
Afraid to 'tell you who I am'
Again it is the unwillingness to share our vulnerability.
That keeps the lock on our soul.
It is a mistake to see vulnerability as a weakness.
In ourselves.
In others.
Our parents are waiting to see what kind of adult we are - rather than only seeing the child they raised.
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