My parents were divorced when I was five years old.
It was bitter and violent.
My father used to beat my mother right in front of us.
You never forget those images.
Shortly after my husband and I were married, my father in-law, Max, had a heart attack and had to have heart by-pass surgery.
My husband and I flew to Michigan from California where we lived at the time, to see him.
I had only met him one other time when he and my mother in-law had come to stay with us for a visit.
When I stood at the foot of his bed in the hospital, he opened his eyes and looked at me. Something happened at that moment that is difficult to explain.
We seemed to connect on some very deep level.
He later said that when he first looked at me, he thought I was his mother.
My husband and I have been married for 22 years now, and dad has been more of a father to me than my own father ever was.
I love him deeply and am devoted to his happiness.
Today is the last day of 2009.
Happy New Year Everyone!!
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