The Man I Call Father
Posted on Monday, December 23rd, 2002 at 21:00.
I appreciate that my Dad picked me up from Charlottesville Albemarle Airport and delivered me to Meme & Papa’s house. My plane departed over an hour late from Washington Dulles International Airport and my dad had to work Christmas Eve morning. The hour and a half drive allowed for the only opportunity to seriously talk while I visited Lynchburg. Returning "home" reminded me of a picture I took at Disneyland. Home can be sweet, but it is often surrounded with pain.
My dad finally realized that he cannot be a peacemaker in every situation. He understands that his parenting since remarriage caused major damage. The bad news is that my step-mother cannot handle the truth. People always go to counseling for help. A majority stop going when change is required. I am proud of my father for not surrendering his life to the unappeasable will of his spouse. I wish my words about my family situation came from a rebel without a cause, but they do not. Hope inside me believes that one day, I will be able to read these words and be amazed at God’s power in reconciling all of my family. Speak softly, step lightly, watch everything, and enjoy the moment.
Insanity is closer and nearer than I imagined. Even worse, there is company.
