Funeral for a Father I Never Knew

"He looks like me, Mom, I have to see him." When I saw my biological father lying in his coffin, these are my It was a word. His name is Larry James, who lives in Utah. I have never met him for many years. It was Spring of last year. The night was quiet and I was trying to concentrate on my chemistry but that made me unbelievably bored. The sudden sound of the telephone settled down. I never screamed downstairs, so I know that this is not for me. But in a few minutes my mother came downstairs with a serious face and something we need to talk about.

Unless you count his funeral - I have never met my father again. When he visited Aeneas, the ghosts of Hector were hardly soiled and preserved with magic without gods; the ghost of Creusa was bigger than he knew in his life. My father's body waiting for a flame in a fragile coffin was weakened, so my memory disappeared and his fears and reverence obscured. After divorce, he remarried; I have two children; I remember us; dead, dead This is the second day after my 35th birthday: nel mezzo del cammin. His wife found my address online and sent the news by e-mail

When I attended elementary school, my father knew first of all who his father was, Charles Panton, it was the assistant police chief. One day my father wrote a letter asking him to ride a bicycle. He never received his reply, this is the last time he contacted him. My father has never seen him alive, but he was invited to attend his funeral. He politely refused the invitation. My parents know who my parents are, and I like my father I have also contacted my father, but I have a chance to see him. After our meeting I carefully refused to have a relationship with my biological father.

At one point, as an introverted type, I never talked to anyone I already knew, even to my mother. But I doubt how to have a father, a real father, not a stepfather, but an agent of my father. I did not know my biological father, and I could not even even show his face in the picture. So when I was a child, I really saw my father and his children. Previously, I had a way to lift a child with his father's arms, walk and hold hands, buy toys of his choice in the store, teach how to drive a car, and deal with friends of friends and girls (temporary stops) It was very embarrassing to propose. Sometimes I close my eyes to escape from that scene.

What happened next? Okay, my father has been silent for a while. "I am," he said, "Young, I hurt myself, I do not know how to be a father, I do not think I can, escape, avoid the world I believe in myself I know that this is not an excuse.I would like you to let me know because I really understand myself because he is rational or reasonable.He talks about my story I speak in simple, easy-to-understand, painful words.This is also important in this special story of dramatic change and change.