
My father's absence was worst than others to me. Because unlike most of them he wasn't missing, he wasn't on drugs, he wasn't too young, nor was he in a position where he couldn't do right. Instead his parents, sisters and brothers treated me like their own, he could be reached, he was accessible, he was in the military, and he was a good man who had two other children that had everything I dreamed of having..... in a father. It's almost like he made more of a conscious decision than a circumstantial one to not have a relationship with me. I think that's what hurt the most.
I almost wished he was fucked up some type of way to have an excuse. You know.... financially, mentally or was raised by bad parents. But that wasn't the case. My Papa and Oma (German for grandma.... that's what we call her) have been married for more than 50 years and have 9 other children. And out of those 10 kids 7 went to college and 2 went to the military so it wasn't that. So as a kid I always felt like he made an effort to not be a part of my life...... the way I wanted him to. See he paid his child support and I was invited and stayed with him for 3 summers out of the 18 I was a child. But that wasn't what I wanted. I just wanted to be able to say I had a father. Those gestures were nice but, to me, if you take away the military and my grand parents I'm not sure if he would have done either of them. It seemed forced. But I just wanted to say I had a father. Something that NO ONE else where I lived could say. Someone that cared, taught me how to ride a bike, taught me to fight, and told me what I didn't need to do before I did it and then found out that I didn't need to have done it. Just a father. Instead I had a man that my mother and grandmother constantly encouraged me to have a relationship with. I always thought, "that's my father...... why do I have to reach out to him? He should reach out to me." But I still did it from time to time for my mother and Oma only to leave messages or have a conversation that wasn't filled with any feelings at all. Just empty. Almost like he was waiting for me to stop talking so that he could tell me, "Son..... I have to go."
Now that I am a man I often look back at those times and try to figure out if it affected me in some type of way. Some way that may not be so obvious on the surface. Some way that could later affect me as a father. And now that I've lived a lot more and have had relationships of my own I even try to think about it a little deeper like, "maybe their relationship wasn't good or maybe it ended on a really bad note or maybe he didn't think I was was his." I'm not sure about any of those but the one thing I am sure about is that I THINK ABOUT IT. My father and I are communicating a little more these day but instead of it being a father to son conversation it is a conversation between two men. Still empty in a way. And if he did nothing at all in the past he did one thing...... he made me make a promise to my self that I would NEVER be the father he was to me. I would always be with my children and NOTHING or NO ONE would ever stop or change that. "I want to be a good husband and father more than I want to be successful." And now that I am married and my wife and I are planning for our first child I have that opportunity. The opportunity to prove to my self that I am not my father. But I still think deep down inside that I want to be able to say, "I..... have a father".
