The Last Time I Saw My Father

My parents had been divorced for about 5 years, and my mother, younger sister, and I lived in "The Projects".  I was 14 or 15 years old and was home alone.  Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door.  I peeked through the small window in the door and saw my father standing on the porch. 

This was a bit of a shock, as I hadn't seen him in perhaps a year and a half.  I was glad to see him, opened the door, and asked him to come inside.  He walked in quickly, glanced around, and then asked where my mother was.  I told him that she and my sister had taken the bus into downtown Phoenix to do some shopping.

He then asked if I had any Brlycream.  I said yes, and went into the bathroom and brought him my tube.  He took it into the bathroom and combed his hair.  He then came out, said he had to go, and walked out the door.

That was it!  Didn't ask how we were getting along, or how I was doing in school, and anything at all.  No contact at all in a year and a half, and he has absolutely nothing to say to me.

This is a very painful memory for me, VERY painful.  I did not see him  again until I was 23 and was attending his funeral.

ArtieMichaels ArtieMichaels
61-65, M
1 Response Dec 17, 2007

A powerful story...I was very lucky. After years of rage and active alcoholism and crazy abuse, southern gothic dysfunction and all that implies...for the last 2 years of his life, my father was sober, and he became a man I had never known, a man of grace and dignity, someone I could trust...someone I could love. It was an incredible gift. I am so sad for the little boy you were. Thank you for sharing yourself this way.