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My Dear Ol’ Dad

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Seven years…

That’s how long it had been since I’d last shared words with my dad.

A few weeks before my birthday, thoughts of possibly reaching out to him crossed my mind, but I didn’t act on them. I can’t really remember why I didn’t do it, I just know it didn’t happen.

December 12th, 2016 marked 24 years of life on planet earth for me, and I was celebrating that milestone with my mom at BJ’s Brewhouse. Ironically, at the very same place my God Dad, Brian, took me seven years ago when he flew into town for my high school graduation.

I hadn’t been to that location since going with Brian. I couldn’t even tell you why I decided I wanted to eat there, but I did.

While eating, I get a phone call from a number I don’t recognize. It’s my birthday, so I’m not really tripping about who’s possibly calling.

It wasn’t until I heard his slightly scratchy tone and country twang that I knew it was him; my biological father. He asked me if I knew who it was and I confidently said, “Erick.”

I remember smiling so big and looking at my mom and telling her it was my dad on the phone.

He told me he wanted to take me out to eat and catch up with me. I took him up on his offer and that began the start of what I deemed a new beginning.

I had just turned 24, I was relaunching my blog, perfecting my energy and cleaning up my 23-year-old slate. My dad reaching out to me was like the icing on the cake, especially with the way it happened.

So, here’s some background story for you guys!

Brian was killed in a motorcycle accident in Georgia a few years ago, and my last time seeing him or spending any physical time with him was at that specific restaurant when he came to see me graduate high school in Oklahoma…seven years ago.

I was super excited when I picked up the phone and heard my dad’s voice. I was so excited, I cried.

“Finally,” I thought to myself. “The missing piece to my puzzle has been found and my life is on its way to being complete!”

Is it not ironic that the same place I last interacted with my God Dad would miraculously become the same place my biological dad would pick up the pieces to our broken relationship?

I felt like it was a sign from both God and Brian, that it was finally time for me to move on from that feeling of incompleteness. This was the moment I had secretly been waiting for.

That’s why I cried. The significance of it all was so overwhelming.

Anywho, in my last post about my dad, I remember telling you guys I felt like it was too late. Like, what would we possibly have to talk about now?

I don’t feel that way anymore.

I don’t know exactly how to describe our relationship at the moment, but I know there is plenty of opportunity for growth and I’m excited to see where it goes. It’s been five months or so, and he hasn’t let me down yet. *big smile*

All in all, I’m so thankful he reached out, even if it took seven years, and that we can finally freely communicate and hang out. It means the world to me that I can once again speak about the man who helped create me.


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