Please get me thru this day.
One day each year I totally dread.
That day has arrived.
My father has been gone for over three decades now but I still miss him like it was just yesterday that he passed away.
My own son has turned his back on his family, for whatever selfish reasons he has. This isn't the first time, he did it once before the day we buried my mom and he disappeared for over three years.
Then, back into our lives he comes, albeit for only ten months or so, and then away he goes again.
So far this time it's been seven years.
He now has five sons of his own and I hope none of them ever treats him like he has treated us.
Hurt has turned to anger over the past few years.
Anyone who knows me knows that I try not to harbor ill feelings towards anyone.
My own son knows this and I guess it makes it easier for him to treat us the way he does.
He's going to be 39 years old this year.
I wonder if he's ever going to grow up and be a man and face life head on.
Somehow I doubt it.
So, as I sit back and let another Fathers Day go by, I hope he has a good day with his sons and I hope they treat him with dignity and respect and that they show him a lot of love.
Personally, I just hope Monday gets here quickly, because, quite frankly, I can't wait for this damned day to be over.
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