It has recently come to my attention that the man who was responsible for providing the necessary means to give me life does not have much longer to live. I have not spoken to this man or had any kind of relationship with him for more than 25 years, yet he felt compelled to call the man I call Dad and tell him of his upcoming fate. I think he was hoping my Dad would pass the message along (which he did) and I would feel the need to contact him and finally forgive him before he dies.
I find it extremely difficult to find compassion for a dying stranger who chose to be estranged from his children for so many years. I do not believe seeing him one last time before he dies will benefit me in any way, but as the person who my mother raised me to be, do I want to give him the closure he is looking for?
After much soul searching (okay maybe much is really stretching it), I have decided not to contact him. He has been absent from my life for so long now that he has become a fading memory and not a pleasant one. He has had to live with the choices he made in this lifetime, and will have to live with them in death as well. I have no ill feelings for him, in fact, I have no feelings for him at all. I am thankful for my life and that of my brother as well as the Mother who raised me and the man who will always be my one and only Dad!
Make good choices in life!
