March 21, 2008

I found out this weekend, that my birth father passed away this month. I regretfully, never had the opportunity to meet him. According to his obituary he was only 51 years old. He enjoyed hiking, fishing, and listening to music (among other things). I am not really sure of the events surrounding his death- although I was told that multiple organs had failed and that alcohol may have been a culprit. No matter the cause; my heart aches at the missed opportunity to meet the man that gave me half of my chromosomes. Apparently, he had been married for 17 years and never had children (well, none besides me?). I thought that writing about this tonight might fill the hole that bore through my stomach the moment that I found out that he was gone and that I would never be able to meet him. I was wrong. I regret not seeking him out sooner. But, at least now...I have a piece of paper (his obituary) with his name on it (which I never knew before) with a short synopsis of his life (talents, hobbies, and family). May he know that I morn the loss of ever knowing him and that he will always be a part of me...as he was my father.