I was finally forgotten on Father's Day.
Over these many years being a single parent, my daughter Robin has given me cards and gifts on Father's Day; because, her natural Father walked out of her life when he and I divorced. She was left with such a big whole in her heart that I just had to try to make up for the calloused indifference he showed toward a little girl that loved him so desperately, and wanted so much to be worthy of his love.I had to be the one to reach out to my Father after many years of being ignored. I enjoyed a short three year relationship with my him before he died. Still it was I who had to be the one doing the reaching out and paying for the phone calls, so we could talk once a week. If I hadn't taken the initiative to tell my Father, "I don't care what's in the past; who did what to whom and what caused us to drift apart. All I know is I want to have some kind of relationship with my Father. A relationship where we actually talk to one another regularly, and know what's happening in each of our lives. I want a relationship that shows we love one another; for whatever time we each have left."
Robin and her Father finally reached that stage a few short weeks ago. I half expected to get a card this year, but down deep I think I knew; she and her Father had finally made amends after 33 years. Good for you Robin. It does you, nor any one any good to hold a grudge. I love you, and I'm proud of you. Mom
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