It's well known that the holiday season is a depressing time for persons who feel a sense of loss, as I do. Two decades ago my three children were torn away from me extra-judicially by their mother in a classic case of Parental Alienation Syndrome (PAS), which is a form of child abuse in many people's opinion, including mine. She had plenty of help from the "professionals" of the sort who hang around domestic-law courtrooms, not good enough to get honest work themselves but more than happy to pick up court-appointed work where they can practice their evil ways like "uncovering" repressed memories and slating their anti-male biases as they help in overbearing the wills of tender young children.
In my case, my three boys have birthdays that come hard and fast following the Christmas/New Year week, one in January and two in February. Happy Birthday sometime this month, middle child Johnny, I feel I hardly know ye since the last time I heard from you was when you wrote to me in 2006 asking me to provide full payment for your four years of college tuition and fees, which I did. Hey, you're welcome, not that you ever thereupon said thanks or so much as invited me to your graduation.
I'll be at the Lost Dog Cafe at noon on your happy day for lunch, just as I was on New Year's Day, come join me! With you and yours, if you want, or you alone, we'll start out finishing the rest of our lives one day at a time going forward. Shed the ugly image of you now being a full-grown hateful man that cuts out an entire side of his bloodline, all the Lambertons beyond your two brothers who harbor the same hatred and spitefulness inside of them, for no reason that's particular to you or them, or at all.
It might continue to be a fool's errand for me to be there, since no one has ever shown in all these years, but a father's love for his children is never extinguished. Those other two boys, now men, know I'll be there next month for lunch on their birthdays too. See you there! ;-)
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