I am my Father's son - Part 1

Tis the season to be jolly, I guess, and no better time for family! I say "I guess" because if you have money than this is a joyous time, if not, it can be stressful! Anyhow, I was at work when a woman came to me and said, "I had to come see if you were a true Cater! They go to my church and have a very distinct look!" she recognized the name from an email I had sent earlier, and sure enough I fit the description of a Cater. She thought she may have an idea of who my father is and asked if I had a picture, so the next day I brought in a photo I had in the garage, it was a picture of him holding me as a baby. I as I starred at it, there was an eerie resemblance, almost like I was an episode of Quantum Leap looking at myself as a man 20 so odd years ago!Funny thing is my daughter as a baby looked very much like me as a baby so it made it double eerie, if you will!

My father wasn't around much, it probably worked out better that way, but I would see him from time to time. As a child, I remember sleeping over at house and feeling more thrilled to see my sisters and his wife at the time than I was to see him. As I grew older, I didn't see him as often and didn't care too, not because of any resentment, I just grew accustom to not seeing him! I was blessed to meet father figures during my years, so I never really yearned for a father presence and my mother gave me adequate resources for the things I needed so I never missed him, or thought of him much, or thought much of him!

It's hard to deny, him and I look like a splitting image of each other, but I try my hardest everyday to be nothing like him! But sometimes, in some situations the way I have handled myself makes me think "I am my father's son!"