My dad loves animals and trains. He is almost eighty.
He is morose half the time and cheerful the other half. ‘I’m not a pessimist. I’m a cynic,’ he used to say, but I think this was just a technicality.
The good thing about my father is that though he was depressed most of his life, he is happy now. It took him a long time—-much longer than it took me but then again he didn’t have the kind of help I did-—but now he is happy and alone with his dog and his cats and his ideas and I don’t have to worry about him anymore.
Maybe I learned more from him than I realize even now.
He said: “You don’t need to be any good to anyone else. You don’t need to do good deeds and be a good person. Just live the way God meant you to. He made you just like you are with your own DNA that nobody else has, because that’s the way he likes you. The rest will come naturally.”