As I was reading “Shooting Dad” I was able to relate to Sarah and her life. As I kept reading the more I realized how much of what Sarah wrote reflected my life. I was raised in a home that allowed me to make my own choices just like Sarah. When I was younger I thought my dad and I were on the opposite sides of everything. As Sarah did, I realized that my father and I are so much alike. I too can understand the emotions that see described when she buries her father.
My parents divorced when I was really young. I lived with mom until I was almost sixteen, but was able to come and go from her house to my dad’s house whenever I desired to do so. My parents never got along but they never wanted us children to feel that we didn’t have both parents. My mom however was liberal with how she raised me. I was raised in a house that had very few rules. I went to school did my homework, but was really able to much things that I wouldn’t allow my child to do. But like Sarah we were able to become strong independent females because of it. We had the freedom to choose what we believed in and were encouraged to be a passionate about what we believe in. I believe that was why my dad and I didn’t get along. We had different views on what was best for me.
Sarah started her story of explaining how her family was divided into two. They were divided on everything, Sarah’s father being completely a republican and Sarah being a democrat. They had completely separate views on politics, guns, and art. I too had a fare share of times that were supposed to be discussion with my father which would end up being full blown out yelling arguments. At the end of each of them I would just end up not speaking for a few days. Things got so bad that I moved out. It was such a hard thing to do, but I think that my dad and I turned out better for it. He was more structured then what I was used too and I was just as stubborn has he was that if I didn’t get my way I didn’t want to stay. I honestly had such an open role in my parenting when living with my mom I never really thought about that my father just wanted what was best for me.
As I became older I realized what was important to me and family played a big role in that. I wanted my father to be a big part of my life. The older I got I realized like Sarah that we are so much like are fathers. They played such a big role in how and who we are shaped into. My father and I never had a problem with telling each other how we felt but we never really was concerned with what the other person point was. We have learned to be able to respect one another’s point of view and I believe that comes from age. My father did respect my views when I was younger he just wasn’t going to allow me to do whatever I wanted. I even think that Sarah’s father like the competition and being able to have a critical conversation with Sarah. It isn’t much fun when you have someone that always agrees with you.
I moved into my dad’s house when I was sixteen because my mom died in a car accident. So when Sarah expressed the feeling that she would do like her father asked with his ashes I understood. Sarah would take his ashes and shoot them from his homemade cannon and wouldn’t cover her ears because she wants to feel the pain of laying her father to rest. I can really relate. The feeling of losing a parent or a loved one is something that a person really can’t imagine unless they have experienced it. It is very painful and something that you don’t want to come easy, you want it to hurt. And believe me it does.
You see Sarah and I have been able to come out of or early childhood as a better person. We have been able to take what we have learned and to realize what the most important things are for us. We have grown into independent people that have the willingness to change. We have been able to except people for who they are and what they believe in. We have been able to become critical thinkers and we have are fathers to thank for that.