Family Living: Abbott Style

Dear Dad, First things first, I love you.  I miss you.  And I am sorry. I wish I had told you that sooner.  It still haunts me.  For too long, I wanted to hate you.  I wanted to hate you for hurting mom.  I wanted to hate you for leaving.  I wanted to hate you for coming and going.  I wanted to hate you for being so damn selfish. But I didn't.  I only hated how much I loved spending time with you.  I didn't want to want you.  I didn't want to miss you.  For me.  For mom.  It was like loving you meant I wasn't grateful for my life.   So at times, I pushed you away.  I am sorry. Wasted time. God made something beautiful out of the broken.  Mom did so good.  You knew John was a good man  And in some ways, it was good not having to come and go--being a visitor everywhere and home to nowhere.  That is no life for a kid.  We had stability.  We had love. Th...