My Dad
For those of you have known me for a long period of time, you know that I've had a lot of potential dads. My biological father divorced my mom when I was 5. I knew him very little because he was stationed away from me for some period of time until the divorce and even after, when he was out of the military, I saw him only one time until I was 8. He lived 2 miles away from me from me during this time of 5 to 8. I didnt talk to him until I was 18 and reached out to him to give him my senior pic. He had tried to contact me at 16 but I was not having any of it at the time. When he was asked to give me up a when my 1st stepfather wanted to adopt me at 8. He did.
My 1st stepfather came in the picture when I was 6. He ended up molesting me from 6 to 14 when he was divorced.
My 2nd stepfather was a good man. He raised me from 16 til I was around 30. I cant be exact sure when he was divorced, but 30 is close because it was before my Grandma Betty passed away. I have talked to him maybe twice since the divorce and that is all. I have always reached out to him. He never reached out to me.
My Dad, who everyone knows as Earl Wayne Self, came into my life one month after the divorce was final. I'm quite sure I was not the most welcoming daughter. In fact I may have be down right disrespectful and ugly to him.
My dad was a part of my family since I was born. His mom and dad, Art and Myrna Self who were folks just like my PaPa and Grandma Betty, often played dominoes with each other and my dad was also around. He was my Uncle Steve's best friend and mourned with the rest of my family when Uncle Steve was killed in a car accident on Christmas Eve in 1973 when I was 2.
I dont remember seeing my Dad until I stepped off the plane and saw him on the way to the baggqge claim on my way to see my Grandma slowly die at Grady Memorial Hospital, a joke hospital in Chickasha, OK. I definitely did not approved of the recent marriage so close to my 2nd stepfather 's divorce so I was very cold and distant I'm sure. My Grandma Betty was dying. That I why I had come home. And I was completely distressed and sobbing but that is no excuse for the way I treated him tho. Dad, if I never told you I'm sorry. I so very deeply am.
Over the years it became very clear he was one of the best men I had ever met. I learned to know of his unconditional love for those he loved the most. He extended that to me and I'm so very grateful that I finally accepted his love. Even calling him Dad instead of Wayne recently.
My favorite memory of my Dad was when Jen, my wife,, and I had already received our Christmas present prior to the opening of Christmas presents on Christmas Eve. He was so distraught when he found out that we didn't have a Christmas present to open under the tree the day before Christmas. He immediately went out and bought us a king size fuzzy super soft blanket. To this day, it is on Jen and I's bed and will be until the threads fall out. He had recently given me his Ping golf clubs, one of his most prized possessions, and told me to keep them until he needed them back. They are one of my most prized possessions until the day I die.
Talk to anybody and they talk about him in the same breath they talk about his beloved father Art and my precious PaPa; men that have been the only father figures in my whole life and the most influential man in my life until my Dad came along.
I will miss him greatly. I don't question God why, I merely accept that it is God's will no matter how bad it hurts. I love you Dad. Until we meet again. Rest in Peace. Tosh.
My 1st stepfather came in the picture when I was 6. He ended up molesting me from 6 to 14 when he was divorced.
My 2nd stepfather was a good man. He raised me from 16 til I was around 30. I cant be exact sure when he was divorced, but 30 is close because it was before my Grandma Betty passed away. I have talked to him maybe twice since the divorce and that is all. I have always reached out to him. He never reached out to me.
My Dad, who everyone knows as Earl Wayne Self, came into my life one month after the divorce was final. I'm quite sure I was not the most welcoming daughter. In fact I may have be down right disrespectful and ugly to him.
My dad was a part of my family since I was born. His mom and dad, Art and Myrna Self who were folks just like my PaPa and Grandma Betty, often played dominoes with each other and my dad was also around. He was my Uncle Steve's best friend and mourned with the rest of my family when Uncle Steve was killed in a car accident on Christmas Eve in 1973 when I was 2.
I dont remember seeing my Dad until I stepped off the plane and saw him on the way to the baggqge claim on my way to see my Grandma slowly die at Grady Memorial Hospital, a joke hospital in Chickasha, OK. I definitely did not approved of the recent marriage so close to my 2nd stepfather 's divorce so I was very cold and distant I'm sure. My Grandma Betty was dying. That I why I had come home. And I was completely distressed and sobbing but that is no excuse for the way I treated him tho. Dad, if I never told you I'm sorry. I so very deeply am.
Over the years it became very clear he was one of the best men I had ever met. I learned to know of his unconditional love for those he loved the most. He extended that to me and I'm so very grateful that I finally accepted his love. Even calling him Dad instead of Wayne recently.
My favorite memory of my Dad was when Jen, my wife,, and I had already received our Christmas present prior to the opening of Christmas presents on Christmas Eve. He was so distraught when he found out that we didn't have a Christmas present to open under the tree the day before Christmas. He immediately went out and bought us a king size fuzzy super soft blanket. To this day, it is on Jen and I's bed and will be until the threads fall out. He had recently given me his Ping golf clubs, one of his most prized possessions, and told me to keep them until he needed them back. They are one of my most prized possessions until the day I die.
Talk to anybody and they talk about him in the same breath they talk about his beloved father Art and my precious PaPa; men that have been the only father figures in my whole life and the most influential man in my life until my Dad came along.
I will miss him greatly. I don't question God why, I merely accept that it is God's will no matter how bad it hurts. I love you Dad. Until we meet again. Rest in Peace. Tosh.
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