I have little memories of my father. I recall more places than he himself. I was just a small child then. I'm 22 now. I always hoped I'd meet him. That I'd locate him somehow using technology and he'd greet me with a warm fatherly hug when I met him. But I had no success in finding him. I put it off for a few years thinking I had time. He wasn't elderly. I would have several years to get to know him and call him dad. And then my mother found his obituary and sent it to me. I found out my father had died a few months earlier. My time was up before it even started. And even though I wasn't sure if he even loved me I still mourned for him like we were never separated. But I must have known in my heart that he did love me because I found out he was waiting all this time for me to find him. Do you have parents? Brothers? Sisters? If you do don't be complacent about your feelings towards them. You may think you will always have time to bond, disagree, reconcile. But you might not. If you think it's hard when you don't get to say goodbye, be thankful you at least were able to say hello. Some people don't even have that much.
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