As some of you may or may not have heard, I got married recently. :P It was suggested (by the sweet and forgiving Welsh Girl) that I invite him. I don't have an actual way to contact him directly but I have contact info for his sister (my aunt) so I invited her and left it to her to forward the news on to him. And, had I actually heard from him, I probably would have invited him.
I didn't hear from him but my aunt, who I haven't seen in years, was going to come to the wedding. And she said that she had some important news to pass on to me. And she might have if she hadn't fallen in the shower the day before and gone to the emergency room (she's alright now, for those who are wondering). Since she couldn't tell me directly, she told my mother. And my Mom, after spending some time deliberating how to tell me, finally told me the news.
My father didn't come to the wedding because he has AIDS.
Apparently, he remarried a couple of years ago and his new wife was carrying it. Now she is in pretty bad shape and he's got it, too. He was too embarrassed about it to try any contact. So there it is.
Now here's the thing. I'm not particularly torn up about this. My father has, for all intents and purposes, been dead to me for a very long time. But I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. Further comes a different conflict that has a lot less to do with him and more to do with me and my grandparents.
My grandfather had several strokes in the years before he died. After the first one, he was noticeably different. After the second one, he was confined to bed. After the third one, he never left the hospital. Between the second and third he spent months in a bedroom in the same house I lived in and I could only bring myself to see him once. I loved my grandfather more than any person on Earth and I, at 13, couldn't stand to see him that way.
My grandmother eventually went into a nursing home after her body and mind began to deteriorate. I tried to take care of her for quite a while but, being both a self absorbed teenager wanting more independence and totally unequipped, untrained and unprepared to take care of an elderly woman, professionals were needed. Once she went into that home, I didn't visit her much. I was, well, a self absorbed teenager. That and I didn't want to see her that way. I loved her very much but 17 isn't an age that any kid wants to look into the eyes of mortality of any kind, much less of the people he loves. And I'm still screwing that pooch because she still doesn't have a gravestone.
So, here's my dilemma. I don't particularly love my father and if someone had come up to me and told me he was dead, I would not have been very upset. Now it looks like he's soon to begin a long day's journey into night like both of his parents before him. I don't love my father but I loved my grandparents. Can I do to their son what I did to them? Can I really leave him to face it alone? Maybe if I do nothing, he'll still have people around him so he won't have to but I don't know if there is anyone. With Grandma and Grandpa, I was a child and I didn't know better. I don't have that excuse now. If I leave him, it's because I made the choice. Should I do that to him? Can I do that to them again? They're gone so why should it even matter. I have a wife and (Jeebus willing and the crick don' rise) one day children and a family of my own to to have to worry about.
I guess the real question here ultimately is when do the debts of the past give way to the needs of the future?
And that's all I have to say about that.
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