Sorry, This is going to be a somewhat emotional post.

Today I received a package in the mail from my Aunt Linda, who, sadly, I barely know. She was my father’s sister.  The package was full of a bunch of old photos from my Grandmother’s, that were left after she died last year.  It was a lot of fun going through the shots, and seeing a life I don’t at all remember, a life that involved a family I don’t remember having.  There was one photo in particular that really caught me off guard though.  The one I’m posting.  This shot was of me and my dad.  I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a shot of just me and him, because quite honestly, he wasn’t around long.. and there probably weren’t many taken.  But, this photo broke my heart.  It shows a man that loves his kid.  A man I never got to know, and for the first time since my father’s death, I got crushed by the idea of this, and I missed him.  For a moment, instead of hearing all the terrible things I’ve heard about him throughout my life, and hearing other people’s opinions.  I just seen my dad. 

People screw up, and it’s sad to me that he never had a chance to fix it.