I performed another useless act today, going at noon on Christmas day to a restaurant, having invited my three estranged sons by internet (I don't know their addresses, emails or phone numbers) to a lunch "date" I set up by this blog. Their Mother, a first grade school teacher, refuses to give me any information about them (even whether they are well or not).
Of course none of them showed. PAS, a form of child abuse, lives and thrives in our Western world.
Here's my FB post from today: Sorry you couldn't make our lunch "date" today JJ&D. Merry Christmas. Would love to see you sure wouldn't want to be you.
I'm 60. I treasured my relationship with my Dad, who died when he was 61.