Thursday, August 28, 2008

The father that NEVER was…

Many people believe that a typical family is comprised of a father, a mother and a child. Yes, indeed. But, not for me. I have a family, an extended family that I can call my own though I do not have a father, a biological father.

In my twenty-four years of existence on earth, I have never seen him. Not even once. Never. Ironically speaking, he just resides nearby – a tricycle away… three streets, two subdivisions, several blocks. Well, I don’t even have a picture or anything that may remind me of him. And if someone will ask me why, well, I still do not know until now.

Needless to say, I simply consider him not just as my biological father but also a sperm donor. (I even make use of it as a joke… Whenever I would be asked on what I would tell him when we could get the chance to meet for the first time, I would just smile and quote, “Hey, thanks for the sperm.”)

Kidding aside, he never extended a hand to help my mom in raising me and granting my wants and needs. He never gave me a centavo to provide my necessities. He never had the guts to stand on his own and take accounts of his decisions. In other words, he chose his mom over us – his own family.

On a lighter side, though I don’t have my biological father with me to give me a father figure, I was so fortunate that I had my dearest grandpa, my mom’s dad, to make me feel how it was like to have a father. He was even more than a father to me. He, along with my grandma, was there for my mom through thick and thin.

Indeed, I must say that I would not be here where I am right now if not for them. They had shown me unconditional love and tender loving care that only they could ever give and share. More so, they have successfully given me my needs – be it financially, physically, mentally, emotionally, and most of all, spiritually.


enjoytheworld said...

I think you should be a matured person in mind. The way of expressing your thoughts is really positive.For my relationship is only to share our love and happy., isn't it. We need not to bother about the people who are avoiding us. Thanks.

Scott said...

Thanks for sharing this post! I can very much relate because I was raised in a very similar way. I did see my father until I was 11 and then only twice after that until his death in 1994. For me this left a big hole in my life as I'm sure it does for others in the same situation. I think your blog can really help people like us to know that they are not alone and that there are others in the same situation. Keep up the great work. I favorited your blog and gave it a Stumble.

Midwest Mom said...

I hope you have shared this post with your family. Your grandfather would be touched at this expression of your love.

Thank you for sharing.

Best, -MM

Lydia said...

Hi there,
I'm reading some of your posts and enjoying them. I sure understand the father stuff. Mine left when I was an infant, and I didn't meet him until I was 21. That was for just a few hours. I saw him once again a decade later and it was a disaster. I've written a couple posts about him if you search under "father" at my blog.

cilay said...

Thanks for sharing!

We do have the same fate. I have never seen my father too. But we have his pictures. He died before I was born. Sad :(

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