On Saturday I met my birth father for the first time in twenty years. He and my mom divorced when I didn’t even have a fully functioning memory yet and my recollections of our weekend visits are few and far.
My mom found another man after a few years and he became my dad. Even with him in my life, a feeling of abandonment followed me throughout the years. I thought that he just left the state; vanished into thin air. I wondered at times if I had any brothers and sisters. I wondered at times if he was even still alive.
The relationship between my mother and father was tumultuous. That’s all I care to express about it on here. The details filled me with rage against my birth father and it served to reinforce my already negative image of humanity…and of myself.
In my first few years of school, I had no father figure. I was already socially awkward because of my poor vision (kids used to think I was mentally handicapped because it’s hard for me to learn by sight) and no one was there to tell me about girls. Could be why even through high school I was terrified of them, bringing me to my current state of singleness and virginity. At least movies like Super Bad and Adventureland make me feel a little less alone. Perhaps there are a lot more guys like me out there than I thought were.
Just after high school, I found my father’s side of the family online. Turns out I have three half-siblings. I learned that my father was living in Alabama. Still afraid and spiteful towards the past I was distant in communication with them, afraid of where things would go.
A few weeks ago, out of the blue I got a text message from him. He was about to go on a road trip and he said that he wanted to see me if I was willing. I’m older and less angry now then I was, so I agreed.
We met outside of my job. I didn’t recognize him at first even though we locked eyes. Walking away I heard his wife call my name, “Johnathon!” and I turned around and I embraced my biological father for the first time in my memory, though I know we’d embraced before.
I grew more and more afraid through the days leading up to our meeting. I was relieved to find out that he felt the same.
We brought our gathering to the local bar and filled in some lost time. He was nothing like I thought he’d be. A bit more adventurous and spontaneous than I am but still a great guy. He told me that he’d been looking for me for years.
We agreed that we’d meet again in the near future and I have dreams of going to Alabama to meet my brothers and sisters.
For the first time in my life, I feel like a part of me that’s been thirsty for years has finally been satisfied. I feel like my obscure past has been clarified and for once, I’m looking forward to the future. No matter how uncertain.
… Awhile by Johnathon Pendall
BEFORE
The days have been many, the days have been long
Since I have seen you my father
Since I have known you my father
I always wondered, who and where you were
Who are you my father?
Why am I my father?
You’ve been farther from me than orbiting spheres
Our paths have been different and different they’ll be
There’s a chance they’ll be nearer, but they’ll never be one
For there’s already a father for this son
I wonder how the moment will be
When the silence settles and we peer within
And the past rises from the dead
Our hands we’ll clutch and an awaited embrace
We smile as the dead bury themselves
And the living are left to fall or flourish
AFTER
The reunion was beautiful, stagnant water distilled
I could feel the bond of blood burning within
I felt as if your eyes were my own
Though a different shade with a different tone
Our differences are clear but complimentary
I like to explore but not to adventure
I am quiet and thoughtful
Until there’s need to speak
It’s good to know you were terrified
For I was terrified too
I felt like I was dying
The week before we met
Now that we have, I feel alive
More secure in myself than I’ve ever been
For once the future, it is not looming
For once tomorrow seems welcoming
I’m looking forward to meeting again
Uncovering mysteries elusive
And to know the siblings that have been lost to me
I feel I have risen from the jaws of misery
I spoke in haste when I spoke last
It’s true that I can never call you, “dad”
But fear not my father, for in the following days
I will find for you a name