I *never* in a million years would have thought that my father could ever put his tail between his legs and call me and apologize…
I’m speechless. I don’t even know how to feel. There was so much unspoken going on between us…it was one of the most intense unspoken conversation I’ve ever had.
The power of the truth, I suppose. He knows I’m right. He knows I know how much he’s suffered with his health. He knows I understand the rockstar he could have been. He knows his much he didn’t do that he should have done.
We didn’t even need to cover the ground I went through in my email. It saturated the space between our words like pure maple syrup, the heaviness of the truth in everything I wrote.
My father is sorry, my father is sad,
and he is dying and he doesn’t want to die without me.
I’ve never been the kind of person to be vengeful or mean, even when people have wronged me. Spiteful is not my nature–maybe because I have so much compassion for others weaknesses? Humans are complex…sometimes we mean well, and sometimes it just all comes out wrong.
I’m a big believer in the truth, and I’m a big believer in what is good will rise above what is evil. I know this because I am only alive because of the goodness of others. I live and breathe because of the sacrifices others make for me.
Spiteful and revengeful…not my way in life…and I’m definitely not going to start now.
As painful as it is, people can change and goodness can rise out of the ashes of so much bad. If my father can apologize, anyone can.
And the best part about it, is that he meant it, too.