My Dad

My Dad was Chicagoan. He would light up a room just like my Mom. He loved to fish ! He loved his beer . He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad . Alcohol hit our Family , a curse . He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois. To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears . Meeting my step mom , my sisters age . My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world . Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life . She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker . I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ? I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters eventually . All three women were competing for my Father . I was kicked out at 16 yrs. Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things . At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week . I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming. This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted . Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party, how and when, Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye . Not being able to send my engraved clock . "Dad Passed " received call from sister whom just stayed a week with me , I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie. I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed. He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~ I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme. Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day. Are you Glorified with Power? Denied the right to grieve , Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD . My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks. We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil. Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .