My father never once talked about his feelings, worked six days a week, and showed love by fixing things — and I spent my 20s trying to be nothing like him before realising I’d thrown out the wrong parts

It took me twenty years and a Buddhist philosophy degree to realize that while I was busy rejecting my emotionally distant father’s silence, I was also throwing away the profound lessons hidden in his grease-stained hands and 5:30 AM work boots.