Dads

It is my dad's birthday today.

We aren't close. My parents were divorced when I was three and I have seen him on and off since then.

As I got older the meetings got less and less. Moose was born and they picked up for a while, but by the time I had Squidge, I hadn't seen him for two years.

I took Squidge to see him, I thought it was the right thing to do. We met a couple of times, that has been all.

It makes me sad. We are his only blood relatives and he is missing out on so much. Squidge took this photo. I can't imagine being without them for a day, let alone years.

He isn't a bad person but he obviously doesn't care too much about us, although I have tried to deny this to myself for years.

I have decided to let him go. It's painful to think about why he doesn't make the effort. And I don't want to have to explain to my children why grandad doesn't visit.

Better to move on and wish him well.