My Dad Is Dying- Thoughts on Forgiveness

“Dad is dying.” A text comes through from my sister- “Dad has lymphoma. Proceed as you see fit. He would want you to know.”

Would he? We’ve not talked in 23 years.

For the better part of my 20’s and early 30’s, people thought my dad was already dead, and I did nothing to correct that. In truth, I may have encouraged it. It was more comfortable for him to be dead than deal with the immense trauma he caused me as a child and young adult. Imagine then when he flew into Philly looking for me trying to...