A Father’s forgiveness

My sister and I grew up in a loving home with two great parents who taught and showed us things that made us who we are today. Most of the things they showed us were good but looking back at a critical point in our lives, some were not so good.

My sister is a few years older than I am and she moved out of the house after graduating high school. Her departure left me at home for two years with my parents whose marriage had sadly diminished leading to their divorce the month I graduated high school.

We lived in Houston at that time and my mother moved away to live closer to my sister. This left me and my dad to sort through our next steps, so I decided to stay at home and keep him company while attending a local university.

At the time we both made the best of the situation, just two single men living in our family home in Houston. We rearranged our living room to make room for a new pool table, we drank too much too often and were the life of the party. At the time it was a new world for me, and my father and I became roommates and best friends.

In 1980 Dad had an opportunity to transfer to Dallas with Southwestern Bell. I decided to tag along and look for work and soon landed a job with the Dallas Times Herald. Dad and I began carpooling from Plano to downtown until I moved into my own apartment. Dad soon remarried and began raising a new family.   

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