To the man who raised me as his own and called me his 'first born', the man who was there on my 1st birthday and who changed my nappies until i wore them no longer, to the man who used to fight my mom to see me, the man who promised to walk me down the aisle one day and teach me how to ride my first motorbike, Sean Williams, you now pass me in Checkers and Pnp without so much as a "hello, how are you", you avoid eye-contact and i know you see my mom in me. May your latest 'adopted' family bring you much joy and may you take up permanent residency in their lives and not walk away from them. One day when you are an old and lonely man with nothing but a big empty plot of land and 5 dogs, and Jenna is old enough to make her own choices, she will reach out to me and ill be the big sister she has always wanted me to be - and you wont be able to keep us apart. She will always run to me when we pass in the shop aisles, we will always look for each other wherever we go, she will always yell, "I love you sis" as we part ways, and she will one day ask why you treated me like a total stranger. Everytime i leave the shop after seeing you with all the kids and your big bags of shopping in bulk, i tell myself i wont walk out crying and everytime, i do.
I don't think anyone knows how hard it is to pass by someone you once called dad as if you never knew them.
The truth is that you are the asshole i want a hug from and the asshole i wish would make a change to our relationship, the asshole who was once my father and now isn't even my dad.
Guess i got this far without you, and ill go further.