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By Luke Gilmore

I am not a comedian nor am I concerned with being totally witty. I am not concerned with boosting my ego, or developing groupies. My blog is about my thoughts as a nonspeaker. I think about things deeply. I mull and ponder and ruminate and brood. So I thought it might be of general interest to share these musings.

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6/17/2024 2 Comments

Father's Day Brood

Yesterday was Father’s Day, and that reminded me of fathers who are absent. One of my best friends has no father:  he walked out on them almost twenty years ago. My anger overwhelms me sometimes. WTF is wrong with people sometimes? I have been brooding over this question for months.

Months ago I asked my own father why men leave their families more than mothers. He gave me several reasons including biological wiring and sociological differences in men’s roles versus women’s. He didn’t have a reason that satisfied me though. I can understand that we are difficult to care for. I cannot understand the lack of love for your own children.

My friend’s father has not seen his children in years and years. What the hell?

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David Jon Olivia
7/10/2024 03:04:59 am

Luke, your words are so brilliant and thought provoking. Your journey from thoughts expressed on a letter board to perhaps a keyboard one letter at a time, becoming words, then sentences, then paragraphs turning into a story of communication freedom. Keep going, keep writing, you are a great ambassador for the students and more trying to find their voice, their own way to communication freedom.

Well Done!

Dave Olivia

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Tova who loves Luke
10/1/2024 09:53:57 pm

Your mom just sent me the link to your blog and I read every single one of them and would like to comment. It also stuns me when any parent is able to not see their child. Perhaps because I am a mother who loves her children so much it seems especially odd to me. But I was just talking about this to a friend, and simplified down to how some people love chocolate ice cream and others hate it. It’s so hard to understand someone else when the best reference we have for how a human works is ourselves. I can’t imagine people who don’t love animals, or really dislike cats because cats are amazing. Or why some people are heartless and others are so full of compassion that they save little bees from thirst. I understand that we all have different genetic variants and that we all have different influences but it’s hard to fathom how love isn’t the center for some. Love for the thirsty bee, perhaps not all are that sensitive. But love for one’s own children .. that one has always been very difficult. But I can say from my own family experience that one father left because he was very sick with alcoholism. He believed that he would have been more of a burden on his child’s life if he stayed. And while that can’t answer why every father leaves, that is at least the story of one. So I suppose it was out of love that he left. It must have been difficult. But he believed that he was doing the right thing. ❤️

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