The notes I wrote were in an old box I found in my basement and they were written on Sep. 27, 75, the day after I met my father in Punta Gorda, FL. His name is Claude H. Thorp from Millerton, NY.
In 1948, he abandoned my mother and me and never came back. He never called, never wrote, never did anything to contact us ever. His absence, his disappearance affected everything in my life to one degree or another.
Then I found him on Sep. 26, 1975. For me, it was an answer to a prayer I prayed everynight since I was a child. I wanted a message from my daddy, purse and simple. I got my answer and hopped a plane to south Florida.