Thank you so much. If you want to read about my father, I’ll leave links to a few stories below. I don’t have time to go through and locate them all right now but I know where some of them live.
He smelled like vanilla pipe smoke and sometimes she’d gaze up from his lap and watch the white tufts curl up over his…
I need to write about this and it’s going to be very hard for me, because I still struggle with whether or not I have a…
There you go.
As for how to mend fences, in my experience it is up to the person who has cut off contact, which I know is terribly difficult if you are the person who has been cut off. But I wouldn’t push it. I don’t know…I just spent almost two years not speaking to my brother. I was far angrier and more hurt by him than I had been by my father since I was a child. He is who came to tell me our father was dead on Friday, but if that had not happened, I would not have let him near me. However, if he had continued to send birthday cards to the kids, and Christmas cards; if he had made a single effort to just stay in touch, keep on keepin’ on, as it were, eventually I would have felt ready to connect with him again. So, maybe that is the answer. Maybe if you just keep sending your daughters cards on holidays and birthdays, letting them know the door is still open, they will let you in bit by bit. I know that with my brother (on both sides) one of the killers for us was the distance that time put between us. It’s a pride thing. The longer we went without contact, the less I wanted to be the one to break. Silly, I know. Maybe they know they screwed up but they’re too proud to admit it to you.
Again, totally speculating. I wish you and your family well. ❤