Continuation of: 2013: Transcending imperfections and starting anew. Part 1.
So there I was. A 30-something girl wishing she had her dad. We had come a long way since my teenage days, and we currently live the closest to each other that we ever have since he left my childhood home. So I decided why not- there was no better time to move forward. Might as well spend our first holiday together in over 15 years. And with that, Harlan and I drove a 22 hour round trip to spend Christmas with my dad and his wife.
I was just hoping for ok. No misunderstandings, no unintentionally hurtful remarks, no awkward silences. But what I got was much more than ok. I got a warm, fun, enjoyable holiday with a man I’m not sure if I’ve ever really known. For the first time I wondered if my memories and past judgments of him were ever real or justified. Was I holding him to an unreasonable standard? Has he changed since we lost touch? Or, in the past, did I just refuse to see this jovial side with all our similarities because it was easier to blame him if I only acknowledged the imperfections? Continue reading