Father's Day 2020

Now that the Father's Day weekend is here, this is a message for my youngest child. I'm sorry I haven't seen nor communicated with you in over thirteen years (not since you wrote and asked me to provide full tuition payment for four years of college and all university fees--hey, you're welcome Danny!) and you haven't communicated with any Lamberton in over seventeen years. You have, from the furthest reaches of your now-adult character, chosen to forsake your father and cast aside half of your blood relatives but I want you to know that I love you as any father would love a son. I trust you are alive (your mother inhumanely refuses to pass on any information whatsoever to me about you or your brothers), I hope you are well, and I wish you a happy and healthy life. You, being the youngest (not even a teenager yet back then) and therefore the most vulnerable child during our multi-year quarter-million dollar divorce, was the tender youth those minions of hers used and abused (PAS is a form of child abuse) for suggestively recalled "repressed memories" and all that Western garbage that goes on in American divorce proceedings and I was unable to protect you from this soulless abuse by those cold-hearted, completely mercenary adults and I am very sorry.

And this is a message for my middle child. I'm sorry I haven't seen nor spoken with you in over fourteen years (not since you wrote and asked me to provide full tuition payment for four years of college and all university fees--hey, you're welcome Johnny!) and you haven't communicated with any Lamberton in over seventeen years. You have, from the bottom of your character, chosen to forsake your father and throw over half of your blood relatives but I want you to know that I love you as any father would love a son. I trust you are alive (your mother heartlessly refuses to pass on any information whatsoever to me about you or your brothers), I hope you are well, and I wish you a happy and healthy life.

My dad passed on 34 years ago, when I was 34. I was there at that moment, glad that at least my oldest child had been held in his strong arms as a recent newborn even as his grandfather was wasting away, near death, with cancer. Now that child of mine, the only child of mine to have seen his Lamberton grandad, is the same age as I was when I lost my dad, here is a message for my oldest child. I'm sorry I haven't seen nor spoken with you in over thirteen years and you haven't communicated with any Lamberton in over seventeen years. You have, from the depths of your character, chosen to forsake your father and throw over half of your blood relatives but I want you to know that I love you as any father would love a son. I trust you are alive (your mother stonily refuses to pass on any news to me about you or your siblings), I hope you are well, and I wish you a happy and healthy life.

Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times?

Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven. Matthew 18:21-22.  Happy Father's Day, dad. I still miss you every day!