Dear Dad,
We haven't spoken in three or four months. That's not so unusual, except this time there's no communication because you've decided I'm morally wrong about something. You believe you have to take a hard line on this, show me I'm wrong by depriving me of you. Or perhaps this is all a misunderstanding. Perhaps you aren't talking to me because of Mom. Her fear often causes her to skew scenarios and create broader misunderstandings. Maybe you want to talk to me. Maybe I should reach out.
But not today. And not reaching out today scares me. I could lose you anytime. Your health hasn't been the best. Our lineage is prone to strokes and heart attacks and kidney stones. You are older now, close to the age your father was when he first experienced a stroke. I could lose you at any moment.
Photo taken just over a year ago.
I don't want to lose you. What's funny about this truth is it's why I'm not reaching out. What if your choice not to talk to me was born of your personal logic? I know you love me, but I know you need your religious beliefs to stay safe. My family challenges those. Not intentionally. Not maliciously. Simply by existing and embracing who each of us is. By choosing to live outside doctrine. We have our own beliefs built on the same principles as yours: compassion. But we believe firmly in a lack of judgement. That is where we differ.
I understand why you and Mom need to cling to the idea of judgement. It holds you accountable and keeps you emotionally safe. It is the reverse for me. The idea of a punishing god is horrifying to me. I reject it fully. If there is a god, let her be merciful. Let her be she, because I have suffered enough at the hands of masculinity. Enough to believe if there is a hell, it is a state of mind we create for ourselves in the life we are living. And if there is a heaven, we create that too.
There is no compulsion in religion. This is what I was taught. Yet your beliefs compel you to stay away from me, to push me away from you. This rift compels me to keep my own children safe by refusing you access. Despite being adults, we can't agree to disagree and move on. You have to be right. Even at the cost of a child's well-being.
You know of what I speak, so I need not be specific for your sake. Some things must stay private, for others' sake. But I will say this: What is so wrong with honoring each other for who we are? Religion, I believe, is meant to serve the user through improvement of life. There are countless ways I could follow yours and share in that experience, except you are tribal in your views, believing your path is the best path. I was born to it, and even though there is no compulsion in religion, there is compulsion in your style of parenting. Either I do as you do, or I am an orphan.
Again, maybe this is all Mom's unique perspective as shaped by her fear. That would not shock me. She has always worked to facilitate our relationship according to her fear. This in no way absolves you from blame. Three months and you haven't even texted hello, even on my child's birthday. Mom sends gifts she says are also from you, but I wonder. She plays peacemaker poorly. She is hurting as much as I am. I expect you are too.
I doubt you will find this missive, but if you do, I'd love to hear from you. Not to argue. Not to hold space for you to tell me I'm wrong. I already know what you believe. I do not believe what you believe. You do not believe what I believe. You have your way and I have mine. Can we not respect this tenet of your faith and still love one another? Or am I an unbeliever to be punished through you culling me from your life? And then punished more by a punishing god after I die?
This is a hell. There's a way to stop creating it.
I'm not sorry for the choices I make for my family. Each one breaks the patterns you showed me to break when you sought help to stop hitting me. Whether you like it or not, I am following in your footsteps. The ones that lead toward light, warmth, goodness and strength in family. I just wish you were present in my life to witness the incredible, beautiful power of that transformative strength.
Anyway, I miss you. Give me a call.
Love,
Shawna
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Oh, Shawna my friend. This sounds incredibly difficult. Today is my dad's birthday. He's 83. So the fear of losing one's dad is one I hold strongly. But the lack of contact on top of it is so hard to deal with. You are dealing with it with amazing grace, love, and understanding while holding to your own ethics and beliefs. You are an inspiration and a constant source of amazement to me.
Thank you, @didic. My heart hurts a lot right now, but it's good to feel and spend some love while writing. Even better to receive some love after writing. <3
@shamnanmawna i am trying to relate. Reading this;
Breaks my heart. I know you are trying to conform to mental and physical reality. But does philosophy not teach us tgat nature conform to what we think?
My dear friend, this is really sweet article, i would also love you to be positive about this. Welldone and keep your mental spirit firm.
I will also recommend you read the secret.
<3. Thank you, my friend.
wow....its a lot to take in. i hope the bond and love between you and your dad is strong enough to overcome the difference between you two.
My sister recently converted to Christianity after being raised in Islam and we wholly accepted her because of the love and blood. I believe everybody has the right to believe and live the way they desire if its righteous to them.
This is a wonderful thing to read. I agree that we can live good lives regardless of which religious books we read (or don't). And I am so glad you accept and love your sister. Goodness is goodness.
This is beautiful @shawnamawna, I understand how you feel, my Dad does not understand the choices I make or the life I chose for me and my family. I never hear from him unless my mother puts the phone in his hand and then it is just mumbles. It is hard having this distance, but we need to accept people where they are at as well. It is not easy but we can change we can only accept. Much love and light to you x
Thank you @trucklife-family. I was just sharing with a friend about your posts and how much I admire your choice to live a life that flows with change. I'm sorry you also feel the distance with your parent. It's a very hard experience, but it teaches in its own way. Looking for that teaching now.
thank you @shawnamawna, for your lovely words. Yes we are here to learn and our parents teach us some of our greatest lessons, helping us to evolve to be better people.
There is always pain in growth. <3
This just tears through my heart, I ache for you because of the reaction of your parents.
Thank you for sharing your vulnerability, your heart, so that we can heal together <3.
Thank you for being a true friend, @rachelhanson10. I am so deeply grateful for you. It reminds me that even when I'm feeling lonely, I am not alone. <3
I wish I could give you a real hug <3. I am also grateful for you.
I would totally accept.
This is quite a lovely letter to your father. I do hope you talk some time.
Thank you. Me too.
I am sorry you are feeling so much pain. This was not easy to write but I hope it helps you and others down the road. Stay strong my friend.
<3 I appreciate this recognition. It wasn't easy. It's not easy seeing it here either, but it is necessary. I know you understand.
This was so moving and honest. I enjoy you find positive things to say even in the harshest of realities. I feel the hurt and the abandonment. The last paragraph was the most moving, about breaking the patterns, something that you learn from him. It's amazing how you honour his learning and breaking his patterns. You are inspirational and I cannot imagine how difficult it must have been for you to write this. xx
Thank you very much. I had to write it. I got tired of staring at the page and writing around it. It hurts, but there is growth in it too, so it's worth it.
Yeah, I can sense the maturity and growth in this. It's remarkable <3
This is both beautiful and tragic. That a parent could turn their back on someone they raised and nurtured sort of boggles my mind. I am sorry that you are struggling, my friend.
Mine too. I understand but I don't. I just don't.
So painful and so personal. Sorry you're going through this - it sounds uncomfortably familiar. Family is so hard. So. Hard. or at least some families are so hard. And it's so hard to stand up for yourself and your family when everything in our existence wants to be close to our parents. My greatest fear is being estranged from my kids one day. My most important goal: not ever letting that happen and doing everything in my power to accept my kids for who they are, even if I don't always agree. Not taking their choices as judgements of me personally. Not ever leaving them alone. I hope your situation will relent in the most positive way possible, soon!
Thank you for this. I am doing the same for my children. I always wished to be accepted as I was when I was a kid. It's one of the patterns I'm breaking. I'm sorry you know the feeling.
This is a gorgeous piece of writing, with a lot of truth and pain behind it. I truly feel we need not always agreements from our parents, but support for who we are? YES, that we need. Since we became who we are thanks to them, at least in part. I hope you'll find a way of living in peace and love within the disagreement <3