Are You My Father?
As today is father's day, I am reminded that I have been "abandoned" by my father. This event did not occur when I was a child, but more recently - a little over a year to be exact. At the age of 68, he packed his bags, kissed his only child goodbye and set out to travel the world - some would call it retirement, but I prefer to call it abandonment. Am I being dramatic? Yes. I can't believe it's been over a year since I dropped him off at the airport with his passport in hand and a grin on his face. Although I haven't seen him since that day, we do talk weekly, so I know he's doing o.k. I feel selfish for wishing I could see him today and I know if the roles were reversed, he wouldn't be expecting me home anytime soon. You would think that at my age, I wouldn't feel such a loss today, but I do. I miss him dearly and I know he misses me, but it makes me happy to know that after many, many years of hardwork, he is finally getting the opportuni...