Here's the only picture I have of my father and me

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.