In his personal safe, I found letters and birthday cards he had sent over the years, all marked as undeliverable. My father had tried to reach me, but his efforts were blocked. He had even kept a room in his home dedicated to me,
filled with mementos of my life.Over time, I visited Laura and her family, learning more about my father. He wasn’t the man my mother painted him to be. I began to feel peace, understanding that he had always loved me. Finally, I could let go of my anger, knowing he had wanted to be a part of my life all along.