I was having a chat with my dad yesterday. He is 75 and feeling under the weather. He has a cold and has been recovering from a replacement ankle op and was generally down in the dumps. I got the impression he was tired and a bit doddery. His face looked worried and his chest out, man up and face it had waned a little. I got him chatting about my kids ( who he loves to bits ) and the family in general. For the first time ever this great bloke, who is merely a working man born in austere times to a very poor working class family, began telling me his hopes and fears. It was surreal how this fanned out. My dad spoke about the same hopes and fears as I have. The same money worries and kid worries as I have been through in my life and the same rows with my mum that me and Lou have. He talked about his working life as a employer and a employee, the people he worked with and the differences. How he has had the same issues with work place bullies, liars and bad managers. How they have left him at times feeling insecure in his job and how he worried at times about the family not having money if he quit his job etc.He talked about our great times as a family on holidays and adventures, the bad times when he went through illness and despair. his poor childhood and we chatted and chatted. I found myself listening and comparing our lives and thoughts and thinking we are no different. This great man who I have looked up to as my rock all my life, who protected us from all things bad by being a man and confronting life on our behalf and payed our way to adulthood by his sheer will and self belief is merely a mortal. He hurt, felt worried and feared like me I felt humbled in some odd way. I can't explain why, maybe that is why I am writing it here, but it was a growing moment. It told me I am getting older, more able to listen and able to empathise. We are neither getting younger and it is only at a certain age I think that you can have those type of conversations. I gave him a hug and said ' Come on lets get you sorted and back on the golf course next week' He is picking up today, but yesterday it was - I can't think of the word! Yer dad you know is a cool guy. The rock . He gets on with it. He might moan, tell you off, drink, or just tell you to pull your socks up when no one else dare, but he is the man, and only human like you. He is going to be alright by the way ' my dad', but I wanted to share those thoughts.