This Father's Day blog is an excerpt from a story of a daughter that gets to see parental alienation as the force that severed her from her father. Look for the full article by Victoria Johnson in the Summer issue of Parent Survival Guide Magazine.
A handsome gray-haired gentleman is sitting in row two. Window seat. He’s probably in his late fifties. He is wearing a dark grey woolen coat, a light grey scarf matching the color of his hair, and leather gloves he removes before takeoff.
There’s something about him that captures my attention. Is it his style? His manners? I can’t quite put my finger on it. There’s just something… nice about him.
“Would you like a blanket, Sir?” I offer, and he shakes his head softly.
He’s looking at me with some kind of admiration, I think. I move on. I notice him observing me as I work my way through the cabin. Every time I look his way, our eyes meet but he never asks for anything. He just smiles and his eyes light up.
“Coffee, tea? Something to read?” I suggest on my next walk past him.
Again, he smiles a “no, thank you” that rather than send me on my way, manages to draw me in.
With only a few other passengers on board, I have plenty of time for it, so we make small talk about the weather and where he is going. We arrive at our destination, and as the man leaves, he politely thanks me for a good flight. I watch him walk off, disappear into the jet bridge, and I think to myself “This must be the sweetest granddad.”
And then I don’t think more of it.
At this moment I don’t know that he is my father. The father I haven’t seen since I was one. The father I’ve had no interest in seeing or even discussing. The father whom I rejected as a teenager when he reached out to me, only to hear me say that I already had another dad.
Learn what happened next in the upcoming Summer issue of Parent Survival Guide Magazine.