
My father and I were very close for many years. Once I turned 18 that relationship began to slowly die off. I was out doing what people my age did, going to parties, drinking alcohol and making poor choices. I was no longer daddy’s little girl and I began to disappoint him in many ways. All he wanted was the best for me and I took his wishes for granted. I was an only child, I had two hard working parents who did their best to give me the best life possible. They succeeded and I failed them completely, but in my self-centered mind, they would always be there when I needed them.
I was close to both of my parents, but let’s face it, I was daddy’s girl and nothing could ever break that father-daughter bond between us. So, I thought. As time went on, we drifted apart. We were tried to be decent, but most of the time we didn’t see eye. By the time I was 30, I had my one and only child and married the love of my life. When JJ came into our lives, my father instantaneously bonded with him. When I seen them together it brought back memories from my own childhood and it was history repeating itself all over again. From the age of 30 and beyond, I made some more bad choices that costed me everything I had. That’s what drugs did to me, my relationships with loved ones failed. For the most part, my husband and I worked through it, but my father would not speak nor come into my presence for long periods of time.
In 2016, my mother had fallen due to her long-term battle with MS and she’s been bedridden ever since. My father did everything he could to avoid sending her to a nursing home, so he took on the role of caring for her at home 24/7 and still does to this day. That’s fifty years of marriage for you! Around that time we had a fallen out, again, and didn’t see nor speak to one another for another three years. It was the hardest thing I ever endured. I didn’t see my mother and I had to communicate with other family members just to be informed on her health.
For the next few years all I did was pray for a miracle to happen – to be forgiven by my father for the damage I’ve caused. I wanted to make things right, once and for all before it was too late. In June of 2019, I bought a father’s day card and wrote ‘Happy Father’s Day, dad! I’m sorry and I love you! Love, Holly.’ I took a big chance and tossed it in the mailbox, and felt that it needed to be done. A week later, I got a phone call from my husband, John (who I was living apart from at the time, but still together) that’s a story to be told there, but not today! I’ll save that crazy shit for another rainy!! He delivered the message to me – I was invited to my parent’s house for dinner that upcoming weekend. I was speechless, but a sense of gratitude flowed through me. I never thought I would get a response – but by the Grace of God it did! I said “amen!” Just like that!
The invitation to dinner was awkward in the beginning, but we slowly began to communicate, little by little. From thereafter, my dad gave me permission to come around and visit. That was a milestone for me. We didn’t have any in-depth conversations in the beginning, but everything happened the way it was meant to. In October of 2016, I decided to move back in with my family. My husband, son and myself live in the apartment upstairs and my parents live downstairs. It’s nice to be able to spend time with my mom when I can and help my elderly father take care of her when needed. I work all daylight hours so I’m normally home by 3 p.m.
This evening I came home, fed the teenage son and husband dinner, then went downstairs to say hello and ended up having a two hour ‘much needed’ conversation with my father. A few words turned into several different subjects and it was time well spent. Everything from old memories to current events. We laughed, we reflected, and we hugged each other. As I walked out of the room, I told him how much I appreciated his time and enjoyed his conversation. My eyes began to fill up with tears, I felt as if God was working in my life, once again. That was the highlight of my day, aside from my husband and son. Another good day and a memory made! What a Thankful Friday it’s been. If you have a loved one who is feeling some type of pain over a conflict of the past, don’t give up! Reach out via card or text message. Be compassionate and let them know you made a mistake that you’re fully aware of. Sometimes all people need is time to recover. Pray and let God handle it.
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