Something really weird that caught me completely
off guard happened today. I called
my little sister, Avis in Virginia Beach, for her birthday. Avis has Down’s Syndrome and is as
special as they come. Truly, she
has made me laugh all of my life…and continues to do so. She is the reason that I’m as
empathetic as I am…sometimes too empathetic for my own good, lol!
Anyway, we were
on the phone laughing and joking as I sang Happy Birthday to her. I could hear her sorta bickering with my
father in the background. That is
normal, not “really” bickering, but just playfully complaining as she always
has done with him. Mind you, I
haven’t spoken to my father since July of 2003, about 8 months after my mother
passed away. I stopped calling to
check on him years ago and he’s never cared to have any interest in my life or
development as a person…at all. Unless,
of course, it’s to let me know that he thinks I’ll never amount to anything in
this life. I’ve been free of that
for the last 9+ years.
I have heard his
voice over the years in this same fashion, in the background on the phone, over
the years and it was always surreal knowing that my father was so close… yet so
far. I don’t know if I no longer
exist to him or what. I have no
idea what he thinks. He knows I’m
still alive. He knows I don’t live
in Virginia Beach anymore. Beyond
that I couldn’t tell ya.
Back to my
sister. As she continued with her
playful bickering all of the sudden he was on the phone with me. I didn’t know what to say for a second
so I didn’t say anything. Then I
started talking as if we were old friends. I wasn’t sure if he knew it was me or not. Then he asked something about her
medication and I kinda paused and said, “I…don’t know. I’m not sure”. He replied, “Who is this?” I said “Bryan, It’s Bryan” (My given
name). There was silence. He thought I was my brother Jeff who he
speaks with daily. He stuttered
for a bit; we made a little small talk.
He asked how I was and gave the phone back to my sister.
It was odd. My sister was talking to me and I
wasn’t “all there” as I was still dealing with what had just happened. Then my father got back on the phone
and made more small talk and either the call dropped…or he hung up. I sat there in my car in silence. For the life of me I cannot understand
how and/or why my father has treated me the way he has for my entire life. In his eyes it seems as though I have
zero redeeming qualities. I
started to feel very emotional and sad.
After sitting there for a bit I gathered myself and made my way home.
The older I get
the more I see how much I missed from not having a supportive and nurturing family. It happens to a lot of people. I’d like to think that if I ever became
a father I’d be great and really try to be all I could be for my family. Maybe my father is giving all he has to
give. I don’t know, but I know
that I wish it was more or he'd at least try to be better.
http://www.stephonfuller.com
My sister Avis. Happy Birthday! I love you!