My mother and father illegally left communist Hungary in 1969 and came to America to start their lives afresh. Like hundreds of thousands of other Eastern Europeans living under the oppressive Soviet Union regime, my father wanted a better life. In America, he found what he was looking for and prospered.
This letter is my eulogy to him. My hope is that sharing it will inspire divorced parents to continue to reach for connection with their children, to listen, and to forgive. Never mind the miles that separate, the time apart that's created distance between you, the ex that makes everything extra challenging, the fear that you're no longer needed or wanted.