Wednesday, November 30, 2011


My parents split when I was young. Dad moved out on my 13th birthday because my mother gave him an ultimatum that he couldn't live up to. I hated him for that... for far too long. My father was a good man who just didn't know how to do it differently than he was. He made mistakes with us that I couldn't forgive and because of that, I wasn't with him when he died.

Now, I don't know how to forgive myself.

I grieve for our lost relationship and the good man that never knew how loved he was. If I have any prayer, it is that he knows now what I never had the strength to tell him in life.

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