(i thought long and hard about this one
and realized i just have to get it out)
Eleven years ago I experienced the worst Father's Day Ever...
I found out a month or so b4 that I was going to be a Father for the 1st time (so far only time). Days b4 this Father's Day previously mentioned, I found out that my girlfriend and her mother decided that they were going to Abort my unborn child. Of course this was news that did not fall on welcoming and settled ears.
That Father's Day my family went to church and after congregated for an early dinner celebration at my brother & sister-in-law's home in Chino. Through-out church service I struggled with many tears, attempting to see the many blessings I am receiving daily and pull myself from a depressed mind-state. Dinner time had came and the food smelled wonderful. We said grace as always and it was time to dig in. Like most Father's Day celebrations the fathers eat first. At last, the story thickens...
As I grab my plate and begin to shovel some wonderful goods upon it. My sister-in-law screams, "Stop!!! What Are You Doing? You Are Not A Real Father!!!". Now keeping with already embarrassing tone she protest my perceived arrogance as an insult, snatches the plate from my hand and informs me how i have to wait to eat last.
Now most of you know that I have been quite the "Thug Individual" through-out the course of my early years. So of course at this moment, a billion tears rolled endlessly (and I mean like them snotty extremely loud tears too). My brother prayed with me for a couple of minutes, called my homie, had him pick me up and sent me on my way.
A few weeks later, in the month of July, she decided to go through with the procedure and terminated the pregnancy.
It was July 9, 1998...
My 25th Birthday
