Angelina Sumner

Wish you were here....

I’ve gone back and forth in posting this all day, but as I sit in front of the home I grew up in when my dad dropped my brother and I off here in California years ago so he could go on another “business trip”, I am deciding to post this. Not because this is your everyday post of losing a parent and expressing grief to then have someone say “I am sorry for your loss”, but because for most of my life when people have asked me the question of “What are your parents like? Or where does your family live?” I have only been able to answer them with: “Oh they live in different countries and I haven’t seen them for 10+ years”. But what I really want to say is, “I don’t know my parents, I haven’t known my parents for who they truly are since they divorced when I was only 6 years old”. And for most of my life I have wished with everything I have that I could know them and fill the constant void I feel in my life (I did reconnect with my mother via social media after my son Jaxon was born 5 years ago). So here I go with trying to put into words my feelings because this is how I can give myself some kind of closure for the mystery of a person I have imagined my father to be: