An Acknowledgement
An Acknowledgement...
My daddy was a good man… basically… whom I think was always… paranoid… suspicious… irrationally prone to believing that he was being conspired or… somehow plotted against. I remember him always insanely jealous and suspicious of my mother, at least until the accident, that she was being unfaithful to him, to the point that his jealousy alone, in and of itself, was mental illness. Perhaps it was not always totally unfounded suspiciousness... But that is another story. And may she, as well as he… mercifully… RIP. There is no paranoia in Heaven.
