My Dad is a Nomad

My dad is a nomad. Yeah, he moves so much he doesn’t has a mailing address. I don’t blame him.

I love my father so much. I guess there was a point and time where he and I bonded really well. Still do, but there is distance. He is in his own world and I am in mine. Just on new year’s day my father arrived to my town. He lived in Connecticut and said that he would be down to visit. I was excited since I hadn’t seen my father for months. The day came… there he was :skinny, about my height, and hairy. Boy was I happy to see him! Eventually his visit became a permanent stay. Either he would sleep on the couch in the living room or in his 2000 Cadillac Escalade where he would watch T.V. He stayed here for 6 months. There were times when he would just stay in his car sleeping or watching T.V., or just listening to the radio. Later he would wander off the Wal-Mart and just look around. If he wasn’t at Wal-Mart, he would be at the Donut Nation place having some tea.

My father is a quiet man. Days when I would get off work I would call him to see if he was awake. He would answer and would sometimes be having his tea at the donut place. This would be around 11pm. I would go to him and just mingle. Most times we had nothing to talk about. But just knowing that I was with my father, I was happy.

I know he feels lonely. I know he must feel like a failure as well. I wish he knew that he wasn’t. Although he does not support my brother and sister financially he still is a good father. Even though my father is a nomad and is unstable financially, he is still a good man. I hope the best for him, everywhere he goes.

Just a few weeks ago he decided that he was going to New Jersey. His reasons are his business and I do not mind to interfere. I grew accustom to the fact that he was here. I would call him when he wasn’t around. When I would get home from work on the late nights I would see his car and was at peace knowing he was safe. Nights when I didn’t see his car, I would call him and ask where he was. I miss him. First night he was gone, the house felt empty, although it clearly wasn’t. Just not seeing his car made it feel real, he was gone.

I only hope the best for my father where ever he goes. He may not be the ideal role model of a great father to society, but to me he is. I am truly blessed to be his daughter, although not biologically, but surely he is my father.

I love you Dad.