Sometimes I wonder, although very rarely, if my dad ever thinks about us. I haven't seen the man since, I think, 1994 (for one night). Before that it was 1979..when I was 2. The last time I spoke to him was shortly after the boys were born, 1999. Things went from bad to worse on the phone, and I told him to never contact us again. I thought, that the boys never needed to know him at all if he was going to be the way he was being. (a long story) But on days like this, I often wonder what he's doing? His father passed away years ago. He has no other children that I know of. Does he just wake up and go about his day like he would any other Sunday of the year? I know I do. I don't have my grandpa to honor anymore on Father's Day... so it's just another Sunday filled with laundry and cleaning house.
He's missed out on 2 fantastic boys.
I almost feel sorry for him.
Almost.
He definitely missed out!
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