My dad’s having heart surgery today. The latest in replacement body parts for him comes in the form of a heart valve. He’ll be on my mind all day.
But it wasn’t always the case. My mother picked me up and left him when I was just a toddler. I never heard from him until the eve of my high school graduation. I didn’t actually meet him until halfway through college. And those first few conversations were stilted, gap-filled exercises in getting past complete strangers to something resembling father and son.