He left us. There were a lot of lies. It was nasty. It was ugly and messy. Then he moved away, remarried and we barely kept in touch for years. Sad. Very sad.
Then a couple of years ago we got back in touch. We started to email each other. We didn’t fix the years of hurt but we made peace. I looked forward to his emails. But because we live at opposite ends of the country we didn’t meet. I work and I have kids, then Covid happened. But the emails were good. Slow at first. But we were making progress.
Then out of the blue last week I heard he’d died suddenly.
I’ve put a brave face on over Christmas for the kids. I texted my friends about my dad. But none of them seem worried about me. They replied to my texts when I told them but that’s been it. No checking up on me. I appreciate there’s a pandemic but surely they could text?
When my friends have lost parents I’ve tried to be empathetic.
I have no siblings.
My mother hates him for what he did.
I get that ours was a complicated relationship but he was still my dad. He died suddenly, unexpectedly. Hopefully quickly. But he died alone.
He was my dad.
I miss the emails. I keep checking my inbox in case there has been some mistake.
All those wasted years, but he was my dad.
My heart is breaking for the dad he was but also the dad that he wasn’t.
Rest in peace, dad xxxx