Here's the only picture I have of my father and me
December 05, 2008
This is my father and myself in our backyard on the westside of Bay City. When I was 18 months old, he deserted my mother and me. The year was 1948. He never wrote, never called and never made any effort to support us. When I was in my late twenties, I found him. He totally rejected and disowned me. Did that leave a scar? You bet. I have forgiven him through the power of Jesus Christ which was given to me by His death and resurrection. Because I'm forgiven, I can forgive him. I've known love without condition. I don't think he ever felt or accepted it when it was given. Too bad.