Thursday, March 7, 2013
Oz - Or So I Wish
For the last two years, that door that I thought was closed shut many years ago was opened again. This time, it was a doorway to a different world. Strange and wonderful at the same time. No, I didn't travel to Oz although the flying monkeys and the Wicked Witch would have been much tamer than my Kansas.
I met my father again. After 18 years, he entered my life again. In an instant, I was captured up into a twister of conflicting emotions, whirling around up and down. It all started when I heard that my father might be dying. I called his parole officer for confirmation and she could not reveal much but she did say that he was not well at all. I took that to mean that he was terminal. It turned out that he was terminal. I went home that night and alone in my living room, I started to wail like a mysterious animal caught in a trap in the woods. I surprised myself. I still loved my father.
The events that happened after that, on the yellow-bricked road of sorts, leading up to our meeting again are book-worthy. I will reveal those happenings in the next blog.