This is a picture of the last Christmas my brothers and I spent with my Dad. It was 1989! That seems crazy to say…the last time I saw him was in October 1990, and he decided that he didn’t want to be a part of our lives anymore. Over the years I tried to contact him on numerous occasions and invited him to be part of my life. It had been about 8 years since I last reached out to him.
After driving 7 out of the 8 hours of my drive home for the holidays, I got the courage to call 4-1-1 and get his phone number…this lead to a phone call…which lead to an invite to his home to meet with him and his new wife (the mistress he left my mother for) for the first time in 17 years!
It was awkward and comfortable at the same time. For the first time in my life I didn’t need him to be my father the way I always thought that I did. I suddenly had the greatest appreciation for my mom, and all that she has done and continues to do to support her children. She is one of the most selfless people I have met in my entire life and I don’t know what I’d do without her.
This is a picture that was taken over the holidays at his home. I can’t describe the way that I’m feeling about the situation, but I think that we all have things that happen in our lives, and deserve to forgive and be forgiven.