How did I go from thinking dad belonged in a nursing home to moving him in with my family?
There was some information missing from my last post. I failed to mention that I had fallen in love with my father again. What do I mean by falling in love with him? Well a little girl almost always adores her father. I did. I thought he hung the moon and then I grew up. The teenage angst kicked in and before I knew it I was married.
When my father moved in with me it gave me a chance to really look at him. I requested his military records. When I received them I learned he had never completed high school but had gotten his GED in the military. I also learned he did 3 tours overseas which pretty much covered my mom and dad’s whole marriage. Maybe that was why they got divorced.
This new information suddenly explained away some of my misconceptions and he hadn’t said a word (he didn’t communicate much due to his illness). I started to see my father in a different light. I began to see him as a separate individual from me. I began to see the whole picture of his life. Maybe he really had done the best he could do with what he had been given.
My heart began to soften towards my dad and I knew I needed to help him in any way I could. He was a human and he deserved to be taken care of and respected. A new relationship between father and daughter had begun to bloom.
I started doing research. Stay tuned.....
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