Happy Father's Day

Copyright © June 16, 2002 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
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Seven pain filled years ago today, I do remember the way my heart did feel. This time of year my heart goes for a dive, below the brink of it's own destruction. These are my weakest moments I do barely survive.

You see, I had been wondering on that Father's Day seven years ago, what I would be getting for my gift? A shirt, a tie, some slacks or maybe a set of screw drivers? And the time was at hand to claim my prize.

But no, my guesses were all wrong for what I got was my freedom. The freedom that I never knew I ask for.

It was five in the morning, as the first light of day shined into my eyes, and she had just come home from girls night out. She walked threw our door and she said she had been living a lie. It was the time she told me we were through.

She said she didn't love me any more, that we were more like room mates than husband and wife. She said she wanted to start a new life with out me in the way so she could chase her dreams and leave mine far behind.

I didn't know which way to turn. I didn't know what to do, and I now feel that way too. I have never been anything but confused since that day seven years ago. I find myself once again lost in the darkness calling out your name, reaching for your hand, but you can't hear me either. I'm not sure what I asked for, but I sure know what I got.

So I lost a love on that day and I guess on this day too. And I can only wonder why must it be this way? Is this how it is always to be? Father's Day alone.