It is a tough reality when our Dad's deny and abandon us. My birth father wanted nothing to do with me. I didn't even know who he was until my early twenties. I sought him out, and found my grandparents not him. My grandmother embraced me instantly and I had two years with her before she passed. As she laid in her hospital bed dying I was sitting by her side. My father came into the hospital room and saw me there. The first time we ever met face to face and he turned and walked away. The saddest part of that for him, is that I was his only birth daughter. He adopted his step-daughter.

I have no bad feelings at this point. I used to feel sad, but now I am really grateful for all of the lessons I have learned, the inner strength I have gained. Sharing like this is also a very healing method. Thank you for such a beautiful post.