I'll make no arguement against the fact that I can sometimes let my emotions overwhelm me. It doesn't happen often. I grew up watching old cowboy TV shows where Clint Eastwood and John Wayne wouldn't let things bother them.. they bottled things up and brought them out in a fury when the situation called for superhuman levels of speed, strength and ferocity.
I touched on it briefly when I was talking with fatkidlovescake about a movie called "Taking Chance." War movies have a habit of doing this to me to.. and the amount of strength and nobility required to humanize the war machine tears me up inside.
I bring all this up because I just finished watching yesterdays episode of Deadliest Catch.. where Capt. Phil Harris catches his son stealing pain meds because he's become an addict. After an emotional blowout, they try to find common ground when they look over photos from 20 years ago.. make some sort of ramshackle peace.. and then Phil has a stroke.
Which I believe is the one that killed him. I won't know until next episode, but the season is almost over so I imagine thats it. This isnt scripted bullshit. These arent actors. These are real people.
I know this is even more touching for me because I've never had a relationship with my father. He was a deadbeat dad who spent his time breaking promises and disappearing for years at a time. I've come to terms with it, but every time I see a father/son dynamic actually work.. or at least be as stong as it should be. Well, it just fucks me up. Its not supposed to be rainbows and sunshine.. Its supposed to be tough and fathers are supposed to teach their sons how to be a man. Its uncomfortable at times, and other times its just downright painful. but its something that every boy should have.
So, Phillip Harris. You were a good man.. a great captain.. and the father that your sons needed. They don't make men like you anymore. Hell they dont even make men like me anymore and you're the type of man I aspire to be. authentic.
Mike Rowe eulogizes Capt. Phil. - its a good read.
I touched on it briefly when I was talking with fatkidlovescake about a movie called "Taking Chance." War movies have a habit of doing this to me to.. and the amount of strength and nobility required to humanize the war machine tears me up inside.
I bring all this up because I just finished watching yesterdays episode of Deadliest Catch.. where Capt. Phil Harris catches his son stealing pain meds because he's become an addict. After an emotional blowout, they try to find common ground when they look over photos from 20 years ago.. make some sort of ramshackle peace.. and then Phil has a stroke.
Which I believe is the one that killed him. I won't know until next episode, but the season is almost over so I imagine thats it. This isnt scripted bullshit. These arent actors. These are real people.
I know this is even more touching for me because I've never had a relationship with my father. He was a deadbeat dad who spent his time breaking promises and disappearing for years at a time. I've come to terms with it, but every time I see a father/son dynamic actually work.. or at least be as stong as it should be. Well, it just fucks me up. Its not supposed to be rainbows and sunshine.. Its supposed to be tough and fathers are supposed to teach their sons how to be a man. Its uncomfortable at times, and other times its just downright painful. but its something that every boy should have.
So, Phillip Harris. You were a good man.. a great captain.. and the father that your sons needed. They don't make men like you anymore. Hell they dont even make men like me anymore and you're the type of man I aspire to be. authentic.
Mike Rowe eulogizes Capt. Phil. - its a good read.
mildots:
The eulogy made me tear up........
fatkidlovescake:
dude i was crying, i'll admit to it