My father was in my life only for a short period of time. He divorced with my mother when I was only ten years old. He found a new love and started a new life - without us. Theoretically he should visit me once a month but it never happened. I think that he was too busy. Now it is difficult for me to say that I love him. Loving an unknown person has always been hard. The only remembrances of my father which I have come from the childhood and are very vague. I remember him as a tall, bearded man who was outside home for most of the time. He did not spend much time with me, nor he talked with me often. It was not like in other families, where the father was the helper and protector of his children. Although I knew that he was my father, I did not feel it.
However, I also know that he was not a bad man. The poof of it is his behaviour during my mother's sickness. My mother caught a very dangerous disease and she was in a critical stage. She needed constant care and expensive medicaments. The condition in which she was changed my father's behaviour. In the place of former lack of interest came deep compassion. He was returning home immediately after work and stayed with my mom till the late hours. All his money was used for the treatment. I also benefit from it as he was spending much more time at home, he spend it with me also. It turned out that he could be a great father, if only he wanted to be. I admired him during that period and I hope that I would behave similarly in such a situation.
