My Missing Father - A Lost Soul


The story you're about to read is basically about my life and my missing father. I can say, my father and mother were married in the summer of 1965.

In December of 1966, my sister was born. Then, in 1968, I come into the picture. There are some things left out, but mostly because the information isn't relevant to the story. My parents decided on having two children and only two. They got what they wanted on both tries. They wanted one boy and one girl. My father would have preferred I was born first, but it simply didn't work out that way.

I have seen pictures of when I was a young boy and I have to take them at face value, as having truly been there, and done the actions. For I, have no recollection of some places, events or things I've done in my past. The reason for which I don't remember is clearly told to you later, however, to give you a glimpse into the future, I had one near-death event that has left much of my childhood is choppy pieces, at best.

My earliest memories of my childhood, take me back to when I was about 7 years old. I can remember, sitting in the living room and my family is watching television. What's on? The Dallas Cowboys. My whole family use to root together, as we watched the game on Sundays.

When I was 7 years old, it was a troubling time in my life, because I didn't fit in and I was much smaller than other kids my age. I was one of those kids who didn't like to fight and to this day, I appall violence. But, when I remember my past, I can see where I got my strength and determination from.

And, I'm saddened to tell you, I didn't get it from my father. He decided, when I was 7 years old, that he was leaving my mother, they were getting a divorce. My mother sat my sister and I down for a talk, it was about them splitting up.

My father realized my mother was unfaithful and it ended their marriage of 9 years. My sister and I, had to accept the fact, our father wouldn't be living with us anymore and it would be just her and me, and our mother.

There were many questions in my head and I didn't know where to turn. My mother was very hush, hush about it and really didn't want to explain. She just said, your father won't be living with us anymore and that the marriage was over. It wasn't until much later did I find out, what really happened.

The day my father left our house, was the day we sold the house and moved into an apartment, just my sister, mother and myself. It was very odd at first, but after a while. I liked the place. My father would have visitation rights and pick us up on the weekends. One summer, I remember seeing Star Wars, something like 6 times. I didn't care, I just wanted to spend time with my dad.

This went on for about a few years, over that course of time, I managed to move twice and change schools twice. And, somehow, lost my father in the midst. It seemed like he no longer cared to visit, because we had not heard from him, since the first move, nevermind, the second move. We lived in each place about 1 year, so he was missing for 2 years.

I was about 11 years old, when I realized, that my father had given up on us(family). It taught me a very vivid lesson, very early in life. It showed me, how much my father really didn't know. My father was an experienced uneducated person. His wisdom passes moral values. Day after day, I would be wondering where he is or what he might be doing?

During his time missing, I managed to complete my first communion, as a catholic. I managed to maintain an A+ average, up till I entered 9th grade. My grades were failing, because of other influences. Plus, it was a new school again. I got my first "F" on my report card, for one marking term, which devastated my mother, which you can bet.....there was no TV, no games, no outside playing.....I was to study and stay in my room.

My mother began dating, while my father was missing and I wasn't cool with it, but I was forced to deal with the situation, for which, was out of my control. My mother found a man, who was legally separated from his wife and two boys. He was arrogant, pushy, a liar and a very heavy handed person.

By this I mean, as my mother's relationship grew with him, he became more forceful about my sister and me, as in listening to him. My mother agreed to give him permission, if necessary, to discipline the two of us. His name was Ronald, nickname "Ronnie" or Ron, for short. When I was younger(and sometimes today still) I always had a problem swallowing pills. I always felt like I was going to choke on them.

There was one day, I just out right refused to take my daily vitamin. Ron grabbed the back of my neck and forced me to stand in front of the sink. In fear, I tried to take them and honestly couldn't do it. And, the next thing I know, I am flying across the kitchen floor, all sprawled out, because he back-handed for not taking my vitamin and claimed I was doing it, because I didn't want to listen to him.

For me, there were no happy times, during the 4 year relationship. There was one day, my sister and I were confined to our rooms, because we were fighting. When Ron sent us to our rooms, we were also told to clean them and he would be checking them.

Well, Ron did check out our rooms. He entered my sister's room and found things to be the way he wanted. The door to my room was closed. I was getting changed, because I worked up a sweat cleaning my room(yes my room was that dirty) and I had a t-shirt, I'd not had a chance to put in my hamper, on the bed.

He walked over to the t-shirt, picked it up and asked "What is this?", I said a t-shirt I was about to put in the hamper and dropped it back on the bed. I walked over to pick up the t-shirt and when I straightened up, he backhanded me and I went flying across my bed. I hit the wall that was on the other side of the bed and fell down on the floor between the bed and the wall.

He was ranting about how HE wanted my room spotless and if I wasn't going to listen, then he was going to make me listen. I was so scared, literally frightened, because I didn't know what he was going to do. I stood up, between the wall and my bed, and backed myself into the corner. He moved my bed with one hand, so as to have more room. He stepped up on me and grabbed me by my forehead and slammed my head into the corners of two walls.

The day came when my mother, asked my sister and I, if we had a problem with her marrying Ron. My sister calmly said- "Mom, Yes." and I said "Yes!" And, then my mother's next question is "Why not?"

My sister told her that Ron abuses me. The shocked look on my mother's face, said it all. Then, she asked me, if it was true and I said, "Yes". This ultimately changed the entire outlook for that relationship, which ended shortly after she came to us. Which, I was very happy.

However, that didn't help with the feelings I had for him. And, Yes, these feelings are not the kind you want to share with others. It use to be purely unadulterated hatred for the man and I knew there would come a day, when him and I would meet on the street, and only one of us was going to be walking away.

At age 13, I began going to high school, and it seemed like it was not much different, than my other schools. The same clicks, groupies and other people, just trying to learn what they can and get out. To some students, classes were boring and knowledge wasn't worth the effort.

There were some great teachers in my school and I honored them by learning whatever I could, while taking their class. I was never the type to be disruptive in class, because I wanted to learn. I guess, I learned at a slower pace than others. However, I did absorb or learn more knowledge than most kids in my classes and whenever someone came to me for help, I would help explain things they didn't understand.

In 1983, which is the year, I started High School, I found my love for computers. It began a couple of years earlier, but I definitely found my groove in High School. I managed to keep up my grades, until my senior year, when things got harder.

In the early part of 1983, my mother decided that it was important to find out what happened to my father. So, she contacted other family members across the country, to see if they had heard from him. She talked it over with my father's sister(my aunt) and together, they paid for a private investigator to search for him or track him down.

To a very wonderful surprise, the investigator was able to find him. He was living in a motel in the same city we were living. Why hadn't he come to visit? Because, he went to live in San Diego, CA. and had been working for some small restaurant. He wanted a fresh beginning, as far as, employment opportunities. But, was only recently back in Mass.

My mother gave him the opportunity to come, and be a father/male figure to his children, but under one condition- he was to help out around the house and seek out, at least a part-time job.

I thought, at the beginning, there would be a possibility of my parents reconciling their differences and getting back together, but that was shot down by both of them. They seem to be alright as friends and living together, than when married to one another.

I was filled with an abundance of joy, when he accepted her offer to live with us. He would at least be no longer a missing part of my life and we could talk, and do things together. Which, we did. When I was younger, in 6th grade, I learned how to play Chess and Checkers, and enjoyed playing Chess more than Checkers. I use to play against the computer(on the computer I owned at the time) and win a lot.

So, I taught my father how to play. It gave us something to do together, not to mention, we would also be able to talk about whatever came to mind. These times I enjoyed so much.

My father stayed with us, for a number of years. He even helped out with baby-sitting, younger cousins, so his sister could go to work. Over the years, my father developed a problem with his stomach, which when seen by a doctor, was misdiagnosed. It wasn't until a few years later, did we learn more about it.

On one evening, my mother and father, were walking around the street, to go to my aunt's house. As they were walking along the sidewalk, my father fell down to his knees, in pain. He was getting sicker and the medicine the doctor gave him, seemed to be not working as lead to believe.

That night I stayed with my father, at my aunt's place and check on him during the night. He seemed okay. I went to sleep and when I got up in the morning, he was asleep. I did what I needed to, woke him up and took off for school. Later in the day, while at school, I was told I had a phone call in the office. I was excused from class and went to the office. My sister had called to inform me that my father was admitted to the hospital, because his lips and fingertips were blue in color.

I was permitted to leave school and went to the hospital. The hospital was the next building over on the street of my school. Hence, they were side-by-side, on the same side of the street. The hospital didn't know or couldn't figure out what the problem was, but kept him for a night of observation. At that time, we had to dig into his military background and see what the VA could do for him.

We were told to take him to the Northampton VA Hospital(a 15 miles one-way trip) and they would take things from there. When we brought him there, they took the precautions of putting him in isolation. They originally thought that there was a high probability that he was coming or came down with TB.

The people at the hospital were very helpful and kind, even when they delivered the bad news that my father was dying of Cancer. They claimed to not have the equipment to treat him and they would send him to the closest place, which turned out to be up in Vermont, White River Junction, to be exact.

We spent a lot of time traveling back and forth, just to see him and how he was progressing. He was very weakened by the medicine and had really little time to spend awake. He was still losing weight and could barely stand up under his own power. This went on for at least 1 year.

The military dug up his military background and realized that he was discharged from the military, under an undesireable discharge. To be exact, he was discharged because he was seen as unfit for military duty. His discharge was equal to that of a dishonorable discharge. This provided the hospital the power to not treat him, because he was not covered.

So, one day we got a phone call, from the administrator or his doctor(don't recall), to inform us that they were going to send him home in a couple of days and we needed to come get him. So, we drove up to get him and bring him home. They gave him a 3 months supply of medicine and painkillers, so he would have something.

Now, it was our job, to simply let everything else ride out over a course of time. He knew he was dying, but still never lost his sense of humor. Then again, my father never feared death.

There was really nothing we could do. He had no insurance and there were no hospitals, equipped to handle the problem. About 2 month went by and I was at school one day. I was sitting in class, the phone on the wall buzzed, interrupting class, and I looked up when it began to buzz, I placed all my books to one side of my desk(which happen to be against a wall), closed my notebooks and waited at the edge of my seat.

The teacher put the phone down and said I was to go to the office, because there was a visitor to see me. I immediately JUMPED over the legs of the three people who were sitting in my row and bolted to the door. As I was leaving the classroom, I could hear all the kids laughing at me. I ran from one end of the building to the other, without any care of my own well being. I was running so fast, that I was unable to stop at the end of the hall.

Therefore, I ran directly into the wall. The door to the office was immediately to my left and I entered, slightly out of breath. I was then escorted to the vice-principal's office, where my sister had been waiting for me. The vice-principal tried to be as nice as she could, and she claimed to understand what I was going through, but I really didn't care to hear about it. She even threatened me, by telling me she knew I had skipped school recently and if I over stepped my bounds with her, right then and there, then when I left school, I wouldn't be returning for the rest of the school year.

However, at this time, I was a senior in high school and presently finishing my last year of school. It was about the beginning of April when he went into the hospital, for his last trip. He was there for 2 weeks and died, because the cancer simply beat him down, until it destroyed everything(every working organ began failing). When we brought him to the hospital this last time, he was weighed in at 76 pounds(he was 5'11"). The doctors asked how he was still alive to begin with? One doctor simply said that his heart was the only organ above his waste that was not cancerous.

The last time I would ever speak with my father was just him and me. He wanted to ask me something and didn't want other people around. The one thing my father preached to me as a kid was character of the individual and how important it was. He said when you give your word, you're to stand by it and not break it for anyone or anything, if you can help it. Our last conversation was him asking me to make sure that I never leave my mother alone because it was her greatest fear. He placed his hand on my head, as I held his other hand and was looking away from him because I was crying. He asked for my word, I wouldn't leave her alone. And as of the writing of this article, I haven't,

There was the last and final, dreaded phone call at school. The message brought forth was again, my sister in the vice-principals office, which my father had died, earlier that morning. It was April 17, 1986, the Thursday before my spring vacation of my senior year. We had a wake for him on the 18th, then buried him on the 19th.

I began my vacation mourning the loss of my father and consoling the rest of my family, during this time. I remember this part so vividly, not because he died, but because I had an English assignment to write an essay about what I did over my spring vacation. When I handed in the assignment, I was told it was not good enough.

It had only one sentence. I MOURNED My Father During My Spring Vacation. Enough Said.

After, we waked, buried and mourned my father, we had to try to pick up the pieces that were left. I went on to finish High School, by graduating on June 3. My father never saw that day. He would also not see, me getting my driver's license on the same day(which he taught me how to drive). However, in August of 1986, I was driving alone down a side street and before I knew it, was in an accident. I only know this because I saw the car, before it hit mine and I tried to steer clear, but to no avail.

I woke up on the ground, outside my car and had people asking me all sorts of questions. Apparently, my head went into my windshield and opened up a part of my forehead. My sister arrived on scene, scared out of mind, because she saw my face was completely covered in blood. Then later that same year, I was again in another accident, this time I came extremely close to dying, as I was lying in the middle of the street, after being thrown from my motorcycle. I hit the side of a car, that was taking a left hand turn. At the time of the accident, I was barely breathing, people around the accident couldn't tell whether or not, I was alive.

However, I manage to remain alive, but did shatter my right wrist, into 500 pieces. I was also fortunate enough to be brought to a hospital, where the 3rd best(hand surgeon at the time) in America operated on my wrist for nearly 6 hours, trying to put it back together again. At that point, my family seriously considered, I was trying to purposely kill myself, because of my father's death, earlier in the year. It wasn't the case. But, has accounted for most of my memory loss of my childhood.

I still think about him from time to time, but realize he was a wise uneducated man, who loved his kids and wanted better things for them, than what he could provide. He was fool, because he never learned or understood his role in my life.

Thank you so very much for your time.

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J.S.Matthew 2 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

Wow Ray, that's a touching story. Did you have this published before? I think I read it before. I'm sure your dad would be very proud the man you have become. May God rest his soul. Thanks for sharing this.


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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

Thank you J.S.Matthew and yes it was published previously, so it's possible you have read it before. I'm appreciative of your sentiment about my father being proud of who I am today. I'm extremely grateful. It was my pleasure to share a portion of my life with others. You're welcome. :)

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schoolgirlforreal 2 years ago from USA

Thanks for sharing this story. I understand some of the things you went through as my childhood was difficult as well.

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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

You're welcome schoolgirlforreal. I appreciate you taking time to read it, as you did once before. I'm pretty sure your life had some difficulties.

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ChristyWrites 2 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

Thanks so much for sharing your story with us, dear Ray. I am saddened, crying, but so glad that you did get to spend more time with your father later on. I know he would be so proud of the man you are today!

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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

Hey Christy, you're quite welcome and I'm grateful for your sentiment as well. Thank you for taking time to read my lengthy story and I certainly hope you didn't cry too hard. Hopefully your sadness disappeared after you finished with your comment. :)

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Barbara Kay 2 years ago from USA

This was so interesting. I'm sorry for the tough times that you had, but happy you found your father back before his death. His life couldn't have been easy either. Thanks for sharing your story.

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Nell Rose 2 years ago from England

Hi Cagsil, I literally just clicked on to see what the hub was about and got completely submerged into reading your story. I am so sorry about your dad, life can be a difficult thing sometimes. I am glad you are okay from those accidents, and the one thing I glad about was the fact that your mother believed you about that man she lived with, your father would be really proud of you.

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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

Hey Barbara Kay, nice to see you. I'm glad you found it interesting, as it was to give a little insight to my early years. No need to apologize. I've accepted the events that took place and yes I'm glad I did have time to spend with my dad before his death. That time was extremely special to me. I'm pretty positive his life was no picnic to live through. In an earlier part of his life, he was working as a machinist for some place and ended having an accident, which took small pieces of his fingers. His right hand had a picky and a thumb, but had three other fingers that were different size nubs. So, yeah, his life wouldn't have been easy. Thank you very much for reading and leaving a comment.

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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

Hey Nell, I'm glad my story grabbed you. I appreciate you letting me know. No apologies are necessary and yeah life can be difficult. When my mother sat us down, my sister and myself, knew what she was going to ask. I knew my sister was against it, but didn't know why she was. She knew I was against and with good reason. At that age, I was so naïve. I'm glad my mother listened. Thank you for the kind sentiment, reading and commenting. Always a pleasure to see you. :)

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Minnetonka Twin 2 years ago from Minnesota

Oh my goodness Ray. You have had some really difficult times. I too share the tough childhood with you. I am a big believer that you can find good in the trials of life. I know my difficult childhood is what motivated me to pursue the Psychology field. I felt that I would understand my client after the struggles I endured. You know, "been there, done that." I bet it was so hard to see your dad get sick after finally reuniting with him. At least you had that time with him when he moved back in. Thanks goodness for that. Also, I really hated hearing about the way your mom's boyfriend treated you and your sister. I think abusive people who hurt children are coward's. Peace to you Ray.

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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

Hey Minnetonka Twin, this is only a portion of my life. A lot is left out, but it was best to share this aspect because it can be helpful. And yes, I was glad when my dad accepted my mother's offer. I was extremely happy. It amounted to 5 years. Thank you for reading and commenting.

Jane Arden 2 years ago

I was captured with this true account Ray. O wow. It was bittersweet. Sad that you lost yr dad in the first place and that moron coming into your life. HOW DARE HE ABUSE YOU! Then the reconciliation was amazing but tinged with the tragedy of losing him again. Thank you for giving us a little peep into your life.

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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

Thank you Jane Arden for reading and commenting. Your comment is appreciated. You're also welcome. I originally put this article up and should have never taken it down, but as we all know, we live and learn. :)

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Dorsi 2 years ago from The San Francisco Bay Area

A riveting story, and yes it sounds like your father was a lost soul for a bit, but found happiness being a family towards the end of his life. I am sorry for your loss Ray. Cancer is a horrible disease and very hard on the family also. Thank you for sharing this personal journey Ray.

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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

Hey Dorsi, yeah he was for awhile and it was great to have him around even if it was for a short period of time. I appreciate the kind words on the loss. It's been over 20+ years since it happened and I've moved on. You're welcome and it was my pleasure. :) Thank you for reading and commenting. :)

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Pamela99 2 years ago from United States

Ray, you certainly had a tough life, and I think it took courage to remember all those tough times and write about them. Losing someone to cancer is really tough, but then being abused as a child is also terrible. I wish you a much happier life for the future.

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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

Hey Pamela, much of my life has been a constant battle and I've noticed many people who really rather not want other people happy. They go out of their way to make sure other people aren't. Those people I find disturbing and troubled. Yeah, my dad and cancer at 17yrs old was a bit tough to handle, but I handled it. As for the abuse, I lived through it to tell others, so all is well that ends well, and so far I'm still alive and that situation is over. Thank you very much Pamela for reading and commenting. I'm humbled and grateful.

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RachaelOhalloran 2 years ago from United States

Ray, your story drew me in and kept me on the page until the very end. You are so fortunate to have had the time you did with your father and to be able to understand enough of him to be able to accept him the way he was.

While parents don't always make their life choices with their children in mind, I'm glad your mother listened to you and your sister about her beau abusing you before she married him or you would have had quite a different story to tell.

It's not always easy to share a part of our life with people (friends, special people, or readers), but I think it is easier to share it in writing (as opposed to spoken word) because it is very cathartic. I used to keep a journal as a young girl and writing in it was very cathartic, and it even worked out some aggression that was better off on paper than it would have been as spoken words.

Thank you for sharing your story.

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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

Thank you kindly Rachael for taking time to read and comment on my story. I'm grateful whenever someone reads something I've written. Yes, our parents don't always make decisions with children's interests. Each makes their own choices the best they can with the information/knowledge and experience. Yes, I felt a sigh of relief when I originally posted it online several years ago. It was taken down, but recently put back up. I'll also agree that it's better to write down some words than it is to carry out them in physical form. I'm also grateful for you following me.

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Internetwriter62 2 years ago from Marco Island, Florida

That is one heart breaking story, brought tears to my eyes and I don't cry very easy. I, at least understand you a little better now. A loving father is one of the greatest treasures any child can have, and the first role model and hero a boy has... He is the one you learn justice from, and your father did a very good job! I just wonder is this when you stop believing in God?

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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

Hey Internetwriter, always a pleasure to have you on my hubs. I wasn't trying to make people cry with my story, but that seems to be the case, for some whom have taken time to read it. You can always discuss anything with me. I'm a sucker for good conversation and happen to be a good listener too. Yes, my time with my dad was special in my teen years. I vaguely remember anything before the divorce. My dad was the one who told me about character and my mom always wanted me to do my best. I was never instructed by either of them about what I wanted to be? or much else after respect was taught to me. I remember both parents were Catholic, which made me and my sister Catholic because we were both baptized.

The main reason for no longer holding a belief in God or a God, is because when you boil down "religion", which specifically defines it, when it cannot be defined, you quickly learn that it's a mind job, for the weak-minded and weak-willed. It prays on fear and guilty. It diminishes the natural order of life, which consciousness reveals as the individual. It's meant to keep people living in conflict without ever realizing it. Every "religion" made by human philosophy or ideology, regardless, serves a higher purpose. You don't need a God to serve a higher purpose, when you create your own purpose. It makes no sense to say that there's a God who has given you free will to make choices and then claim it's a higher authority because the highest authority for any choice, is on the individual level. You chose, that's free will. You want to believe it was granted to you, then believe it. I stopped believing because it's hoax. It makes no sense. Thank you for reading and commenting. I'm always grateful.

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Internetwriter62 2 years ago from Marco Island, Florida

I thought that maybe some of the hardships you endured may have created disbelief, but I see it has to do with your view of religion and theism, it's a choice not a result of life... I respect that, it's just that when I read your story, I couldn't help, but wonder if your feelings about God being there for you died, because of all that had happened and all the harsh and cruel things you endured as child and teenager... I want you to know that I do admire that your experiences have not made you bitter, and that you have kept your integrity, despite having to endure so much... Beautifully written, thanks for sharing... Forgot to mention, thanks for answering my question...

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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

You're welcome. I have no issues with questions. I do look for the good in people and my faith is placed in humanity, as well as myself. I don't have faith in anything else. I refuse to be a bitter person for the things that have happened in my life because I've felt that feeling and it's not fun. So, I choose how I let things affect and effect me, as much as I can. I am an optimist, try to keep my mind open to possibilities and do what I can to share my knowledge with others. I hope it raises awareness enough to accomplish something I want to do later. Again, I'm grateful for your time and you're always welcome. :)

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Internetwriter62 2 years ago from Marco Island, Florida

I feel encouraged by your comment, I'm glad you never let bitterness rule you, it has ruled me at times in my life and it was only to my own loss, so it's better to be optimistic, yet realistic... I do believe in having both feet on the ground but not letting it bury me either...I have read stories of people who have survived tragedies like WWII and have risen like a phoenix from the ashes, as I see you have risen from your own experiences... I have always appreciated your posts on FB and your thought provoking comments as well. Thanks again...

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schoolgirlforreal 2 years ago from USA

Reading this again, I can see what a great writer you are with such detail and it was very moving and sad at times. You put the photos at interesting parts as well, almost as if to say "there's positive to the negative" by placing such beautiful photos right after sad parts. You come across as a fun guy who likes to play games like chess, who had a father he loved very much and have admirable qualities like helping teach others. That's my gatherings this time around! :)

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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

Thank you Schoolgirlforreal. Most people read things once to get the most context. What many realize is that they don't catch everything or understand everything when they first read. I appreciate you read through it again and finding more.

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love my yorkies 2 years ago from way out west

You have been through a lot in your life so far, probably more than most of us. Although my mom and dad never divorced or anything, in so many other ways the memory I have of my father is one of absence. I do have good memories of me and my dad, but they are very few. My dad could not or would not (not sure which) show any affection or love to myself or siblings. In fact, I never even heard him tell my mom that he loved her although I'm sure he did. My dad was distant and cold, and sadly that is the memory that always comes to mind first. I know deep down he was a good man, I just think he didn't know how to show it or maybe was afraid to. I've written a poem about my dad and maybe one day I'll get active again and post it. Anyway, was just checking in on hb, haven't been on in a very long time.

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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

Thank you very much love my yorkies for stopping by and reading. I'm also appreciative of your comment. Always a pleasure to see and hear from you.

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Lady Guinevere 2 years ago from West Virginia

Oh wow Ray. I have always liked your other hubs, but somehow I never really wanted to read this on until now. So you are a short person too. LOL Your dad seemed like he tried as best that he could. It is tough to love someone from afar like that. I am so sorry that he and you had to go through all the pain of not getting the treatment that he deserved. This world is just so non-people friendly. It has become more money and what-can-you-do-for-me than just being there and doing for the other person from the heart. HUGS

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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

Thank you Lady Guinevere. I appreciate you taking time to read. As for being short? I was a pretty short kid, until I reached my mid-teen years. I sprouted when I was 15 years old and stand above 6 feet now. And yes I'd have to agree that the world is a very cruel place because of so many different reasons. It's why I began writing online originally, to increase knowledge and awareness of others. Thank you too for the HUGS! :)

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Lady Guinevere 2 years ago from West Virginia

I never got that growth spurt and am still 4' 11 3/4" lol Though I still grow, but gravity prevents me from growing taller.

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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

LOL! LOL! Good to know. :)

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Dim Flaxenwick 2 years ago from Great Britain

Thank you for writing this, even though it has caused me to cry. l could identify with so much of your story, though it was my mother who died when l was ten.

You have written so eloquently about a sad, bittersweet upbringing, l couldn't stop reading right to the end.

You continually surprise me, you know?

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Cagsil 2 years ago from USA or America Author

You're welcome Dim Flaxenwick. Thank you very much for stopping by and reading, as well as, commenting. I appreciate your kind words on my ability to recount the time and write it. I'm glad it keeps people reading till the end. I cannot apologize for making you cry, as I at times cry by the responses I receive from those reading. :) As for surprising you, well I try not to be predictable. :)

Juanita 23 months ago

Glad to see you are still writing. I had to read this one again.

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Cagsil 23 months ago from USA or America Author

Hey Juanita, I've not written anything on HubPages or other places in a while. I appreciate you reading this one over again and your comment letting me know you did. It was nice to see you. Thank you :)

Margie G. 17 months ago

Hello Cagsil! Read your story -very heartwarming! Sounds like you went thru very tough times w/the step-dad! Such cruelty! Glad you turned out a gentleman! I have a son your age in fact, and lost our youngest in a terrible accident! My husband is a good father, good fathers are necessary in life. My father died when I was 11. You were blessed w/a good dad I think. Sounds like your dad suffered, but in his way helped you in life. Afterall you seem like a Gentleman & care about people!

Enjoy your tweets! Have a GREAT LIFE!

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Cagsil 17 months ago from USA or America Author

Thank you very much Margie G. for the comment and read. I'm saddened to hear you lost your father at such a young age. The later years were wonderful and I learned a lot from him, as well as, taught him a few things or two. :)

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