The Passing of My Father

My father died early in the day on December 15th from an apparent heart attack. Although we fought like cats and dogs when I was a kid, we were both, ultimately, diagnosed with Asperger’s autism over the last year and a half, and I subsequently came to feel a strong sense of bonding with him.

For whatever reason, he and I did not get along. I suspect that at least two factors were involved. First, our personalities simply clashed. We were two very different people. Perhaps that would have been the same irrespective of whether we were Asperger’s autistics. Second, because we were both Asperger’s autistics, neither of us had much social sense, and, consequently, those personality differences assumed much wider proportions that if we had not been autistics.

I need some time to process what has happened. I am feeling much greater sorrow at my father’s death than when my mother died a few years back.