Yesterday was an interesting day to say the least. I met a few members of family, of which I had never met before, or even knew existed. My father cut out of the family when I was 14 and I've only seen him twice since then and neither time ending on a good/happy note. His aunt reached out to me this past year to let me know that I had a grandfather who was still alive but was going downhill fast from his battle with Alzheimer's, and many family members that wanted to get to know me and my brothers. We had lunch yesterday with the expectation that my father would be joining us, but as I anticipated, he did not. He has chosen to be and absentee father for life, and I'm okay with that, because his choice is his loss. I have now gained an entire family who let me know that under no uncertain terms, they would be there to help me and be a part of my future, whatever that is, and to never be afraid to reach out. Surrounded with positivity is so much healthier than fighting to make yourself understood. My door will always be open to him, he is after all, my father.
Photo: mushrooms that grew overnight on the head of two nails on my steps.