On Father's Day, I posted a story about my father that I wrote a bunch of years ago for a magazine called Dads. The shared text was: Why my family never celebrated Father's Day.
My father and I never got along, mainly because he wasn't such a good guy and was an even worse dad. There's a lot more to it than that and if you're interested after you finish reading this, there's a link at the end that explains everything in much more detail.
My story about my father got a fair amount of FB likes and positive comments, and as I was scanning the list of names, one in particular jumped out at me—the biological mother of my older son Robbie, whom we adopted 24 years ago.
By mutual agreement, I hadn't had any contact with Tisha since we last saw her in Joplin, Missouri, when she was all of 19 years old, and I had no idea how she even came to see my story. I immediately checked out her profile page and saw that she was now a beautiful woman (who must be—unbelievably—in her mid-40s) with a family of her own. In photo after photo, I saw my son's smile on her face.
After thinking about it for a few minutes, I sent her a friend request, which she readily accepted. I then sent her the following message:
Hi Tisha, I think it's been about 25 years, as amazing as that sounds, since we last saw each other. Hope you're well. If you don't already know it, Rob turned out pretty great. In fact, the last time he came to visit me in California, we went over to see Amy and Edwin [your dad] and that was one special day. If you're ever in Los Angeles, I'd love to see you.
This was her reply:
How do I express my gratitude for you? You have not only raised 2 amazing boys, one of which is our common link, but you have allowed me to read about moments of his life, and the love that was shared between his family. I know your intent was to help other families and Robbie, however it was one of the greatest gifts that I have ever had. Your articles have eased my heart, mind and soul in knowing that my son was in good hands. There could have been no better dad than you. Happy late Father's Day.
I am so happy to hear about Robbie's visit to see Amy and Edwin. Maybe one day he might want to meet us too. He has a brother and sister who want his presence in our lives.
It's great to have you as a friend and hope to one day see you too.
I haven't been able to stop crying since.
(Oh, I almost forgot — here's that link.)