I have seen this movie at least a dozen times. I guess with Father's Day approaching this scene, where Bruce Willis is saying goodbye to his daughter to save the planet, has brought about a bit of a sting. You know I can't remember ever celebrating Father's Day. Not in the true sense that is. Yes I grew up with a step-father, I loved him very much, but he was in and out of prison and then later in and out of the hospital until he passed away 14 years ago. I still don't remember ever celebrating it.
So here I am, 28 and an orphan. My mom has been gone for a little over 3 years now and my step-father 14 years ago and the man that is my biological father abandoned me in utero. I did speak with him, once. I was 17 and he called after I had a bit of an argument with my grandmother on his side. (Long story but we ran into them when I was 12 and since that time they kept me a big secret) Well he gets on the phone and his first words were, "you bring back a lot of memories." Now having spent the last 5 years prior to that wondering why, since I met the whole side of his family, he had yet to come and see me or want some kind of relationship with me I was a little bitter. I said in the most teenage sarcastic way, "yeah, well thats funny cause none come to mind." He was a bit taken back and silence ensued. After a moment he asked me how I was, how school was and I told him a little bit about myself. He went on to lecture me on life and responsibility and I cringed inside. Why was this man, who for 17 years dodged his responsibility, lecturing me. I didn't say much but he told me he'd be in town in a couple weeks and that he'd like to have lunch or something. Well that never happened. I never heard from him again. My wedding day has passed and I wish that I had a father that would be brought to tears knowing that he would miss it. I wish I had a father that cared. A father that wanted to know me and was sick inside cause he is not an integral part of my life. If he was dead then I guess it would be easier to accept. It's knowing that this man is alive, that he breathes the same air and yet he wants nothing to do with me. I guess rejection is never easy. Yet at times I wonder if it ever bothers him. If he ever thinks of me. If the portrait I sent him 11 years ago is in some trash somewhere. Huh, I'd just be another form of trash to him. I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me.
I sit and watch my husband with my kids. Especially my daughter and I am so glad that he adores her. That he plays with her and bugs her and is affectionate and loving. We all want what we didn't have in our lives for our children. For me it isn't material so much. Just two loving parents in a secure home. Knowing that daddy is around and she will grow up with the ability to say, "my dad" warms my hearts.
So Dennis, wherever you are, your missing out and I hope your cowardice keeps you up at night. That you never find peace until you own up to your own responsibility. You'll never rate a "Father's Day" card in my book.