A Survivor with Suicidal Tendencies

A long letter to Fred in which my father ruminates on his writing, his muses, his psyche, his hiding from feeling.  I am basically a survivor with suicidal tendencies, he writes, that is, no one will be able to destroy me, except me myself.

As I reread this, I am reminded again that I am an imperfect copy of an imperfect father.