Father-less again, but by choice…
A couple weeks ago I sought out my father. The man I never met or spoke to…ever. Originally I was told that he passed a couple months ago and I was very sad, I cried actually with the thought that I would never get a chance to meet him. The person I spoke to had Alzheimer’s and was delusional as to who I was. I came to find out that my father was in fact alive overjoyed I continued my search. I finally was given his phone number as well as that of one of my four siblings on his side, my grandmother and a cousin or two. I spoke to my father a couple times and my sister more often. Overall I am very happy to have spoken to them and finally hear their voices, but I seem to lost interest in them. My desires to keep in touch, with my father especially is lost. I’m trying to figure out why. I blame it on the fact that he along with most of my family members are out of the country and I need to purchase calling cards in order to speak to them or that my Internet service was down and I couldn’t contact him via email. But that honestly only goes so far. I know that if I really was interested I would have reached out to him again by now. Heck instead of writing this, I would be writing him. Funny, how fickle us human beings can be…
