Friday, April 13, 2012
Picture is worth a thousand words
My daughter just sent me a picture of her dad. Since my girls found their 1/2 brother last week they have been in constant contact with him. They asked for a picture of their dad and he obliged. It has been more than 25 years since we last saw him. When I first looked at the picture I had know idea who it was. Time has erased the boy I once loved. I couldn't find him anywhere in the face of this weathered looking man. Nothing about him was familiar. Though it may sound strange it was a relief in a way. Ever since he came back in our lives by way of his son I have wrestled with old memories and old hurts. It hasn't been pleasant. I honestly think I can put them to rest now that I know the person I remember doesn't exist anymore.