I Have a Confession

My dad died 15 years ago. I hadn’t seen him in 25 years. Isn’t that ridiculous? I made no effort. I was angry. I don’t know why but it came to mind today.

Wasted years. He never met his grandkids and vise versa. Maybe he wouldn’t have wanted to, but I was too angry to give him a chance. He was a man. An imperfect one and frankly a terrible husband and father, but what did I accomplish?

Why not forgive? Now it’s too late. The regret is always with me.