This page is dedicated to my dad.
My father and I have never been close until just a few years ago when my mother passed away. I really never believed that we would ever grow close, but we have. As strange as it may seem we are deveolping a real tight relatiionship after 44 years of more or less being strangers. It wasn't that my father wasn't in my life, its just that I never developed a relationship with him because of my fear of him. We have done a lot of growing and mending. He lives in a small town south of Houston Texas, and I live in Oklahoma City, but we call each other every week without fail. |
