The First Person

This is difficult. There are several I would like to see. My mother would be one. Another, my wife, and still another would be a woman named Nancy. Then there would be both sets of grandparents, but this isn't about a family reunion.

But first? I had to think long and hard on this, and I made the decision it would be my father.

We never were that typical father/son, even up to the day he died (August 2000), but I refused to give up on him. On us. The last spoken words I ever heard from him, "Stop calling. My son is dead." Tough words, harsh wordes to hear. That was 1999. I won't even go into how this made my mother feel before she died.

But I choose him because I want to know if after all these years, has the hate and anger he felt against me since birth has finally dissolved.

Two days before he died, I had my closure with him as he lay in a hospital unable to speak or more. This time I want him to have his closure with me.

What would happen after that would be anyone's guess.