The truth of the matter is that Dad always wanted to write his book, but he also wanted to embellish his story to make it interesting. That made him dawdle and not complete it before passing away. Accordingly, his third son sorted that out and picked up on dad’s sentiment, me that is, Patrick Darnell, and I discovered Dad’s story needs no embellishment.
While Dad’s associates later in life joined AA, Dad joined his fitness club, Houston’s President’s First Health Club. While we, his kids, acted out our misspent adolescent stages he watched and learned from us while we all tried to outdo each other.
Meanwhile, Dad learned from us what it must be like to have a father in your life while growing up. You see, Grandad Ed Darnell died when my dad was only four.
Dad and Mom’s story is interesting all by itself as it stands in the visible universe. In the 60s Dad and Mom had common outlook with the current events and the current administration. JFK was elected president and put out a declaration that Americans should live healthfully, and happily, with prosperous endeavors. Americas President’s Health Clubs opened up.
These days, a decade after mom and dad’s passing, I am finally clear-headed about what I want to say about my parents, objectively. They passed away ten years ago in 2013 and 2014. Daily in the shadow of mom and dad’s two very different, domineering, personalities I grew to respect their unity.
In my sibling’s defense, there is indication that Mom and Dad learned from us kids too as we struggled. Carting us around, putting up with our selfishness, going to PTA, Mom and Dad put those events on their front burners. They both independently later confessed they continued their lives because of us kids, and our kids, and their kids. Not a day goes by where I do not talk about what I would do, or how I would feel, if I were in their situation. And currently I am in their shoes 100%.