I'm sorry I haven't been around a lot, lately. I haven't been feeling very artistic. My father died in May, from COVID-19 complications. He had a heart attack. I hadn't seen or heard from him since the summer of 1996. It's been 24 years. Sometimes I've considered reaching out to him, to try and repair our relationship or build a new one, but every time I decided I'd rather he not know where I was, or who I was.
They listed me on his obituary under my deadname. They got my brother's name wrong.
I know in his own way that my father loved my brother and I, and even my mother still, very much. You don't stop loving someone just because they're not in your life anymore. But I also know that drugs and alcohol mattered more to him than we did. I know that he lied to me, again and again, and hurt me more times than I care to count, and I finally ran out of chances for him.
A part of me will always love my father in the heartachingly pure way only a small child can. But I am not a child. I am an adult woman, now, and the tears that I'm shedding as I write this are not for him, but for me. Because I am an orphan, because the two people who were supposed to be there for me each failed me in so many spectacular ways and left me damaged in ways I'm still struggling to comprehend decades later.
I know my parents' parents failed them, too. I guess all we can do is try to lessen the impact of our failures on our children, or in my case, refuse to have kids.
As some may know, I struggle quite a bit with major depressive disorder, and am physically disabled. When I am hurt, as I was in the wake of my father's death, my instinctive reaction is to make myself small, to take up less space and hold myself in a compressed little ball. I'm actively working not to do that, anymore, but it is still my instinctive reaction. It's something I've been doing since 2016, when my mother died, and I feel like I've been holding a clenched fist for four years. It's time to relax that grip.
Expect more art from me. I don't know when, because a LOT of my energy has been devoted to the BLM movement since the new round of protesting has begun. You WILL see more art from me, and I'm renewing my commitment to making inclusive art that showcases without fetishizing the beauty of diversity.