More than any other day of the year (besides Damien’s birthday), Damien’s father is on my mind, more so this year than ever before. And I have been wracking my brain for nice things to tell him about his paternal family.
I have never “bad-mouthed” his father and I don’t intend to start, but I’m battling to remember things that I buried rather deeply! I have always referred to him as Damien’s “father”, and Damien refers to him as “my dad”… I am hoping I only do it inwardly, but I cringe a little every time Damien says it. I have mentioned before… somewhere in my blog… that to me there’s a very big difference between a “father” and a “dad”. To me- anyone can be a father; but it takes a special man to be a dad. And if you ask me- Damien’s father is not a dad to Damien. He never has been. And today of all days I wonder what is going through the man’s mind. What he thinks or feels about Damien. What he’s thought of or decided on for when Damien decides to look for him one day (and I have no doubt he will do so).
And I’m reminded even more today than usual of what Damien doesn’t have when I see how my own family’s father’s dote on their children… biological and adopted.
I s’pose I’ll have to wait and see won’t I…
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.