The latest blog, called “Panic” was about my childhood, and an example of an evening with my dad. It was brutal, and I tried to be as honest as I could.
To all of you who now have a real bad impression of my father, let me assure you, now, that he’s no longer drinking, has apologized many many times for what he had done. Looking back on it as an adult, though there is no excuse for the behavior, I can at least understand what he was going through at the time. I wasn’t the only one who was miserable.
He has married a wonderful woman, named Char, who loves him wholly and unconditionally. She is a strong, fierce, proud woman, gentle in words and thoughts, and able through her strength to bring out the very best in my wonderful father.
They don’t live too close to me, which I feel bad about, but we speak, but not as often as we would both like. The conversations are still a bit stilted, as we’re still trying to feel our way around our past experiences and bring ourselves to the present.
I love my dad, he’s a hero to me. His ability to change, to recognize what he’d done wrong, to make amends, and to not let guilt rule his life, and move on and be truly happy. Who am I to not forgive? I love him. He’s an amazing man.