Do you ever really know someone else?

     My Dad is going to be in town this Sunday and Monday. I have not seen him in over 10 years. He and 3 of his friends are going on a cruise that leaves out of Port Everglades so Theresa and Chris, (my sister and husband) Mandy and I are going to met them in Ft. Lauderdale for brunch on Sunday. (I know it's Easter) changes our Traditional Family Plans but he is family too.

     I am 41 years old and hardly know my Dad. I can't name his 3 closest friends, or what his long term goals are. Don't know what he likes for breakfast or how he drinks his coffee. I couldnt tell you what makes him laugh or the last thing that made him cry. But I do know that I love him and I know that he loves me too.

     George is Gay, lives in New Orleans and left home when I was 2 years old. I searched for him and found him when I was about 18. For the next 3 years I spent as much time with him as I could until my children were born. During those years I feel he did his best to apologize not for who he was, but for the pain that he had caused.