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A lesson from my dad...

Jun 13, 2010 - 0 comments
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Hail all;

I have been corresponding privately with a fellow Asatruar with whom I have had good words for several years on open discussion lists within that community.  He lost his dad a few days ago and I have been trying to guide him through this leg of life's journey because his stories read very much like the relationship I had with my dad.

One thing I wrote, I think is appropriate to the discussions I've seen having about ethics, morals and worldviews...

"We fill the hole left by the passing of our fathers from this life by fighting onward, by building community and by leaving our Family Name in better shape than when our fathers gave it to us; that is the duty we owe."

Our Name, is not just ours, but our parents', their parents', and on back...it is our siblings', our children's, their children's and on forward...

A Name is a weighty part of life's Burden, and it is so much more than Robinson, Allard, Burke, Brady, D'Orazio, Valentino, Mastroianni, Riciardelli...the family names borne by my great grandparents.

I'm old enough, and come from a "conservative" enough background, that I was taught to never dishonor the Family Name, to always live my life so that our Name was a source of pride, of smiles, of glad tears, not shame, or scowls, or sorrowful weeping...to build upon the trustworthiness.

My dad told me he was proud of the way I've lived my life thus far...he was aware of my beliefs, and my foibles.

Pride and shame, our two-edged social sword.

One of our society's great concepts (looking at the Northern European descended segment in particular), surviving all these long centuries, lightly covered, but never buried.

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