Friday, January 7, 2011
As some of you know the man I call dad is actually my stepdad. He is a wonderful man and if people don't know that he's not my brothers and my real dad its because we are his and he loves us as his.
I say that so you will understand what I say next.
My aunt who is the sister of my "real" dad facebooked me the other day to let me know he had a heart attack and his kidneys failed. He was moved to a larger hospital. And he has 3 blockages and kidneys are working at 52 % now. He lives in a small town in LA and I haven't talked to him in years. My mom and him got divorced when I was 10 and for a while he was in and out of our lives but then he just quit coming around. He has grandkids he has never met. When my girls were small and he lived in my town I took them to meet him and he would come in and out of their life for a very short time. That's not what I wanted for them and quit taking them to his house where it all felt awkward anyway.
I hate that he's sick and has these problems but I feel bad because I don't feel bad in the way you would think I should. I talked to my oldest brother and he said he felt the same way. My youngest probably doesn't even have a lot of memories of him,he was 5 when they divorced.
Am I wrong? Does it make me a terrible person for feeling this way?
My aunt gave me his room number and I just don't have the want to to even call him.
I hope and pray all turns out ok for him. I know his wife and kids from her are probably with him. To be honest my life before I was 10 seems like a book I read long long ago.
We were really close back then but it seems like it was so easy for him to just throw us away.
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Posted by Lisa Taylor at 11:26 AM