Life

Letter to my Father

By September 8, 2017 No Comments

Hi Dad,

It seems weird to call you Dad since I’ve never met you. In fact, I was told some things about you that I couldn’t really grapple with. I had nothing to go on. No address, no phone number, no email, Facebook, or Twitter.

Every once in a while I would google your name to see if anything came up. Until recently, I didn’t have a picture of you.

You missed an opportunity, Dad.

I’ve spent years bottling up my feelings thinking that one day I’d get to talk to you. Tell you about my life, or better, invite you to be a part of it.

Did you know that I played basketball for about 5 years in Junior High and Highschool? Did you know that during that time I was a big part of my church and continue to be? Did you know that I play the piano, guitar, and sing?

I have many questions for you Dad. Why did you stay away? I am told that you knew about me. When I look through the information I have now, I realize that you must have been hurting to do the things you did. What happened in your life that made you that way?

Today I received a picture of you. 34 years old and now I finally know what you look like. I never thought it would bring the emotions that I feel now.

A few years ago, I googled your name and found you in the obituaries. The note said you survived by names that I recognized from my research but never met.

What’s hard about this is that if I could meet you, I can’t. You’re gone. You died without knowing me.

You missed an opportunity, Dad.

You would be proud of the person I’ve become. Not because I think highly of myself, but because a few people took the time to invest in me. To make up for the gaps you left behind.

For what it’s worth, I’ve grown up with the idea that God loves me so much that He sent His son to die for me. He has never left me and never will. I choose to live my life on purpose. By investing in others, I’m returning the love that God has shown me. I’m respectful, honoring and genuinely love people.

Since I was young, I’ve had this recurring dream about sharing this love of God with you and inviting you to be part of God’s family. It breaks my heart that I never got that opportunity.

For as long as I have breath, I will continue to reach out, to invest, and to share God’s love with others and invite them to be a part of God’s family.

I hope we get to meet one day, until then, I love you Dad.