Today, when I phoned him, I called him Dad. For years, I called him by his first name & celebrated my Mom on Mother's and Father's Day. Grace, his sobriety & time have allowed us to heal. When he was absent & unhealthy, I both missed & resented him.
But he never stopped trying to reach me, writing me, sending me books, informing my love of literature, poetry & my Black consciousnes. He made sure I knew that I was loved & missed.
7 yrs ago, he walked me down the aisle at my wedding. Today, he & his son in law, (also a Cancerian) laugh often & deeply with one another, so do we. To those in estranged relationships, know that, healing & forgiveness are possible... and glorious, too!
Primary night in #Dorchester 2018 with my Dad. For decades he missed out on my happiest & hardest life moments, now he is there for every major milestone. Grateful for our journey & that we made it to the other side. 
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