As a young child growing up I adored both of my parents, as most children do, and never had any bad thoughts of them in any regard. I viewed my parents as royalty. In my eyes my father was a king. When I was young my father was always involved with my life and the activities that I was interested in. He was always up for a game of catch or throwing the football around with me, even after a long day of work . I can remember him saying "Put your fingers on the laces, its easier to throw that way". Even on days when it was cold enough to see your breath, we would go outside to toss the football around. I grew to admire the fact that he cared about me and always had time for me. Through my eyes he was the best father that I could have possibly asked for.
Until the age of twelve I built a strong and stable relationship with my father. He was not only my parent; he was my best friend. I never thought that particular aspect of my life would change. I was in for the shock of my life.
When I was thirteen, my parents decided to get divorced. This news came as a disaster to me. This could not happen to me, not to my family. After I finally realized that this was not a nightmare, I had to deal with the si
The weeks to come the atmosphere was very strange in my house. The uncertainty of what would become of my family and where my father would go where thoughts that raced through my mind very often. After about two weeks my father moved out. The day that he left I peeked out of the window and saw him packing his car with his belongings and a shiver ran down my entire back. I was not sure what that meant at the time and too this day I am uncertain. He gathered the last of his items and game me a hug and he went on his way. There was no yelling, throwing of anything or fighting. He just went on his way very peacefully. That is the how I know my father to this day, peaceful and easygoing.
This was the same day that the Major League Baseball all-star game would be played in Pittsburgh at Three Rivers Stadium. This was very exciting because I was a big fan. As game time came near after I prepared a bag of popcorn, then went into my basement to view the game for my self to eat. My father came down the stairs and I said "Do you want any popcorn dad" and he answered "No thanks". I then asked "You going to watch the game with me" and he said "I'll be down in a second". It was a ritual for my father and I to watch sporting events together and I did not expect him to miss this one.
The game started and two or three inning had passed by and I was still sitting in the basement by myself. Finally my father joined me. He asked me to turn off the television. Of course I did, because I did whatever he told me to do. I was not prepared for what would come next. I do not think that there is anything that could have prepared me. Then he proceeded
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