________________________________________ Just thought of something …
I remember my father going through MLC, my mother could not take it anymore (rightfully so) and opted out. We left him. We did not see my father again for 16 years. He has been back in our lives for about 4 years now although my parents will never live together again. He often tells my mother what a great job she did with us while he was “growing up”. He tells her how proud he is of us and our children. I am not “attached” to him, I really don’t have feelings for him one way or the other and I still avoid calling him Dad because I just feel that he was never that for me. My sister feels more that he is her Dad and that is what she calls him although she has recently distanced from him somewhat. He went through a lot of bad times during his hiatus because in my opinion, God don’t like ugly and the way that he went about it was just CRAZY.
Don’t you know, 5 weeks ago my father at 57 years old had a debilitating stroke. He is now paralyzed on one side, wheelchair bound and speaks with a slur sometimes even I cannot understand what he says. He told my mom that he was sorry for all of the trouble that he caused, sometimes it takes people a long time to grow up he said. Ain’t that the truth?! Whoa is me today.
