I always think about a parent’s love and the unconscious ways they try to give lessons and show love while carrying a painful deep place of abuse themselves. How was the father raised of Cactus sunflower not a hugger shirt? Was it far worse than the pain he transferred to his son? We consciously & unconsciously abuse each other all the time (physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually), whether if it’s our child, partner, employee, that “asshole” that cut us off in traffic we curse while driving by. It’s all unconscious pain and that’s the limit to his father’s compassion.