Absent Father

I had been trying to contact my son for almost a week and no call return, no reply, no thing at all. I could not leave a message for his machine was once again full. I called his work and left a message and still no call.

A fearful amount of insecurity found a new home in me. I began to recall all the disappointments he has caused me. The fights and the ones that might come, I was preparing myself for the possible blowout of all time and the loosing of my son and all.

Could I be another father who speaks not again to his offsprun offspring or would there be a resolution as yet I could see.

It's funny the fears that hit home when you are not comfortable with your own. Then when I least expected it to be, the phone rings and he apologies emensidely. He wants us to spend more time together, wants to be more of a family, his daughter, my granddaughter asks for me by name and my heart is healed once more when it needed not be sore.