On Fathers Day we think of the good in dad, even if every day wasn't so good. My dad and I didn't get along most of the time. He was strict and overbearing, but when it came to my difficulties with eating, dieting and weight, he was 100 percent there for me. He said "pretend you have already won, and you'll win". He criticized dieting, the restrict-binge-restrict cycle, and suggested practicing a maintenance plan, as if I were already at my goal weight. Of course I didn't listen or learn from his advice for many years, but this man, who never had any body mass problem other than being always too skinny for his height, understood my struggle, and he loved me.
This is how I think of him, when I think well of him. In other ways he traumatized my brothers and me with his fast hot temper, but he was the product of childhood trauma himself. It's hard to break the chain. Love is always the way forward.
It may be why we have these appreciation days, Mothers Day, Fathers Day, to remember the good they did. When they have left this world, they're forever after inside of us, part of our enduring character.