My Dad!

I had someone ask this week if I knew anything about my Dad.  Wow!  That kinda' blew me away.  I simply replied the truth, but it was kind of hard to bring up. 

I had thought many times of looking up my Dad during my high school years.  Never got around to it.  I was just never interested in looking for someone who was not part of my life, in any way, shape, or form.  He never paid child support, but when he and my mom divorced, child support laws were not being enforced.  He never asked to see him, as far as I know.  I do know what Mom told me was that he had three boys by a former wife, and he never saw them while he was with my Mom. 
So, I never expected him to get hold of me.

But, being asked about him this far down the line, was just weirdness.

I looked my Dad up when I was 18.  I found his name on a deceased Social Security list.  I retrieved the last known address and his wife's name, as she was listed as the only survivor.  I wrote her, asking her if there were any details she could tell me about him, my father.  I made sure I was clear in the letter in stating I was asking for anything from her, just information.  She never wrote me back. 

So, as far as I am concerned today, my Dad never really exsisted.  I have a picture of him with my Mom, and a few with him with me, but I don't remember him at all. 
What I do remember is Mom working two and three jobs, us sometimes being on welfare, and other 'low budget' issues which prevaded me throughout my childhood. My sister's dad didn't do any better, in fact, he did worse.  But, I will leave that story to her, if she ever wants to tell it. 

Well, just thought I would share.  After telling my friend the story of my Dad, and I wrestled with the answer, then it was all over.  I wonder how long I stayed on his mind during his life?