Let’s dive into a candid and personal reflection. Recently, my father passed away, and although he’s not around to tell his side, this narrative belongs solely to me. I’m not sharing this to hurt anyone; rather, I’m addressing the complexities of losing a parent, particularly an estranged one. How are we meant to navigate grief in these situations?
My parents’ marriage was unconventional from the start. My mother already had two daughters (my sisters), and my father had a son (my brother) when they decided to have me in the mid-’70s. By then, I was almost like an only child, as the closest sibling was twelve years older. I spent many weekends with my sisters and their families—not because there were issues at home, but because I cherished being around little children. I don’t recall the details of my parents’ conflicts, just that one day, they were divorced.
When I was about nine, my father moved an hour away for work, leaving my mother (who is an incredible mom) to raise me. My paternal grandparents lived nearby, and I have wonderful memories of visiting them. I remember running through their dirt road and playing make-believe in the yard with my Great Aunt Addie.
I was supposed to spend every other weekend with my dad, but that quickly unraveled. I often preferred to stay with my grandparents or cousins instead. My father worked a lot, and while I have faint memories of him teaching me to shoot a BB gun or swing across a ravine, the darker memories linger more vividly. He often drank too much and even gave our dog beer instead of water. He seemed more invested in his own pursuits than in spending time with me.
As time went on, I began to skip visits altogether. One particular weekend, after a silent car ride, he turned around and dropped me back at my sister’s house, saying, “I don’t want her. She cries.” That moment marked a turning point for me; I realized I didn’t hold much value in his eyes.
Years passed, and he did show up for my high school graduation, but our relationship felt distant. When I got married, I wondered if he would walk me down the aisle. He did, but his focus was on his new family. He even skipped my college graduation, claiming he didn’t want to get lost driving.
Throughout it all, my mom never spoke ill of him, allowing me to process my feelings independently. I would occasionally reach out, even when he stopped contacting me. After I had my own children, I hoped he would show some interest in their lives, but he didn’t. I invited him to my daughters’ birthdays, and while he attended a couple, the atmosphere was always strained with conversations about his wife’s children instead of mine.
The last time we spoke, he suggested I bring my daughters to his house, where he had a rope and a lake for them. That was the final straw. I refused to expose my kids to such an environment, and I didn’t hear from him again.
When I learned of his passing from a cousin, I felt a strange numbness. I didn’t cry; I had already mourned the relationship long ago. He hadn’t been a part of my life for years, and I had accepted that. The most painful part was reading his obituary and seeing that my children weren’t mentioned as part of his family, while his wife’s grandchildren were. It stung deeply, but at least I no longer had to wonder if he would reach out.
In the end, I’ve come to terms with the fact that I won’t grieve his absence. I mourned his choice to be absent from my life and my children’s lives long before he passed away. It’s ironic that I had to go through the grief process twice: once when he distanced himself and again now that he’s gone.
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Summary
The author reflects on her complex relationship with her estranged father following his recent death. Despite the societal expectation to grieve, she finds herself feeling indifferent due to years of emotional absence and disappointment. This narrative explores the dual process of mourning both the relationship and the parent themselves, emphasizing that estrangement can lead to a unique form of grief.
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