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Never Knew My Father / met him at 33

Met him when I was 33 ……so father’s Day is just a blip on my calendar, etc…

I never really thought much about what it was like not havng a father around

but then I wrote a poem entitled; “The Fatherless Child” in my book, Sanctuary of the Soul and realized…..it did have an impact, at least subconsciiously.

I see articles on how a girl’s first experience with men is her dad, etc., etc……means nothing to me…..

I don’t think I would have been any different if I had known my father (but a friend who is a therapist thinks so)……Who can really know?!

It is kind of ironic, when he died, I planned his funeral (my first) on the phone with a funeral director in another state.  He was married, but his wife (as the social worker put it, limited/challenged) was afraid to do it for some weird reason that the state would take her trailer?!

When we (my sister and I) visited him and his 2nd wife, it was an odd feeling; he was a stranger…

..I look like him and my son (gorgeous with black curly hair and blue eyes) looks like him.

His family came over from Norway, so I didn’t know anything about that side of the family.

Thanks for reading my non Father’s Day message….LOL, LOL

They say you “don’t miss what you never had.”  I will never know.

Posted in family & relationships.

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  1. Debi Drecksler Debi Drecksler says

    Somehow I think you are the BEST of him! Hugs, Debi

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  2. ThurmanLady ThurmanLady says

    No, you can’t miss something you’ve never had and I can’t imagine meeting him for the first time as an adult; you’re right – you’ll never know.  But, I agree with Debi – it sounds like you got some great stuff from him.  It’s unfortunate, because – had he been a different type of man – you may have been able to get some more great stuff!
     
    Dads can be wonderful; mine was.  He died almost 22 years ago and I do still miss him, although I have the feeling that he’d be proud of me for making the best of what I have of his tiny piece of land in the town where he was born. ♥

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