Last time I wrote about things I was thankful for.
That seems like an eternity ago. A few weeks ago I went to visit my biological
father. In my 31 years this was my 3rd visit with him. He was at a
nursing home, and that day I spent more time with him than I had my whole life.
That day I also became his medical DPOA and with his wishes we agreed not to
place a feeding tube in him. Over the
last few weeks, I have visited with his doctor, got his diet changed, and
placed him on Hospice care. I visited with him on the phone just last week, and
he was trying to say that he was sorry, and something that sounded like he
loved all of us kids. Sunday November 18, 2012 was my son’s 6th
birthday and the day my dad passed away. Someone asked me how I could be upset
over someone I barely knew. My answer is this- I feel that I lost a part of me
that I never got to know. He was there when I was born and I have a few
pictures with him at the creek when I was a baby. It’s hard to explain this
feeling but out of all of this I feel that all things happen for a reason and
that when my cousin called it was a hint from someone greater than any of us
knows.
Not all is bad this week as tomorrow I
finally get to meet two brothers I have never seen. I am excited, nervous, and
scared. Crazy ugh?? I hope everyone takes time to remember the simple things
and be thankful.
