My granddaughter Shelby gave me my daughter Becky’s phone number today. I’m very grateful. I’ve asked for it before.
So I sent Becky a text.
I apologized for the things that have happened between us. I bear full responsibility because, at the time, I was supposed to be the adult in the room.
The truth is that bailing on my daughter was the worst thing I have ever done—to her, to myself, or to anyone.
I lost contact with Becky as she went on with her life and had children of her own. Over the years, I’ve been fortunate enough to have contact with a few of my grandchildren, and I’m deeply grateful for that.
Shelby most of all.
She rescued me from what had become a suicide attempt by alcohol up in Tennessee. I would not be alive today without her.
It’s all her fault.
Thank you, girl.
Apparently, Becky has already sent me a text. I haven’t read it yet. I’m not sure what I’m afraid of, because I would truly love to know how she feels.
Maybe now that I have her number, and she has mine, we can begin to connect again.
I hope so.
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