Ray has gone. Left this morning. Doesn’t like cameras and doesn’t like “family issues.” I guess that is now what we face, the three of us.
Oliver, not her Oliver, but our Oliver needs direction. I have never been a father, at least that I know of. Yet, thrust into the situation I find myself.
Oliver’s real father, gone. Many years ago just didn’t show up for work one day. Never found him either. I guess another part of the mystery to consider.
But now, with all this new data before me, I feel compelled to make decisions I am neither comfortable with nor know if they are correct. A father is one who makes the difficult choices for the best of the family.
Happy Father’s Day.