Originally written on the day after Father's Day 2009 — Republished 2010. I hope this missive is the prodding others need to realize that it's not too late to make amends. You can't choose your family but, you can choose to make the most of the time you have with them.
Forgiveness. Yesterday was the first time I didn’t feel guilty about forgetting to put a Father’s day card into the mail. For the first time in my life I didn’t need to make that call, to hear your voice, talk to you ever so briefly, before you would hand the phone to Mom — but, I wanted to.
That's why I'm compelled to write you this letter. I don't know how the universe works but, I have faith that you'll see it.
The Mother I knew was a patient and kindhearted woman. It would not be easy for any mother caring for my father, and a myriad of kids spread across three continents. She could be stubborn about her extended family. But it was only a matter of time before everyone was included in her circle. She cared much for every soul — strangers, friends, family, and even my Dad’s cats.