Meeting my father--a few minutes of memory #2
Lansing (MI) State Journal should be voted on too

The day I met my dad-#3

Picking up from the first installement of my journal:

"The big question which I have right now as I fly home to Michigan is "how can a man be so callous, so insensitive to his own flesh and blood?"

"I'm his kid.  I stared him in the eyes and called him "dad" and he didn't even bat an eyelast of recognition. 

"My face-to-face meeting with my father lasted less than five minutes. 

" I can remember so vividly him opening the door and my thinking that that's my father, that that's what he looks like.  I noticed his white hair, the tattoo on his arm and what looked like a personable face.

Find your father, the one that really counts and cares