My Father...

At our reunion I discovered what I had thought, that Mary, Michael and myself do not share the same Father.  Dorothy married a man named Clarence when Dorothy was 19 years of age.  Dorothy shortly thereafter gave birth to Mary and Michael followed 5 years later.  Then Dorothy and Clarence divorced, Clarence moved to Oregon and was never seen or heard from since. 

In order for Dorothy to support two children she had to work and work hard.  By day Dorothy worked in a diner, early morning and afternoon shifts.  Dorothy wanted to be home for when Mary and Michael returned from school.  Then after a short break of seeing her children she then got herself ready for her evening job.  She worked at an upscale restaurant where the tips were better than the diner.  She worked long and hard and was very dependable to her employers. 

Naturally my question to Mary and Michael was do they remember Dorothy dating anyone, if so maybe we three could figure out who my Father was.  Quickly they both responded that Dorothy had no time to date, no time for friendships, no time for any kind of life as all she did was work and provide for her children, barely making ends meet.  Both Mary and Michael said that never did Dorothy bring home anyone to meet them.  They never knew of a man in Dorothy’s life and believe that Dorothy would not have had time for a companion.  Dorothy rarely had time for anything but work and her children.  She didn’t even go out with her best girlfriend, Barb; there was just no time for a life outside of work and her children.

So who is my Father?  Here is what I think; I think that Dorothy met someone at the upscale restaurant which is still in business to this day.  Maybe a customer that was on a business trip that happened to just stop in for a nice meal, before turning in to start another day.  Maybe while Dorothy was waiting his table they sparked up a conversation and maybe after Dorothy got off from work they enjoyed a glass of wine together and maybe one thing led to another.  I am in no means trying to imply that my beloved Mother Dorothy was “easy”, but things happen, people get lonely, sometimes we just go with the flow not thinking of the consequences.  These are just my thoughts on the subject, I certainly could be all wrong.

I made mention once when talking with Michael recently about this same subject that I was “just a mistake”.  Michael quickly telling me to “take that back, I was not a mistake”.  That made me smile.