Pin Holes of Light

Unexpected, is the only description. All the, out of the blue or from the dark past. Up from the sea it came, out of the mountains it walked. Everything changed the moment it showed up. One of the events you just never saw coming in any shape or form. The Universe snapped it's fingers and poof, everything that was, is now new. I got a card from my 20 year old Daughter lost in a bitter divorce. Think of that. A child, lost to a divorce. Well, that's how I came to deal with it. A Daughter who I could not communicated way by her and her mothers choice for 3 1/2 years or longer. Well there is the money I send each month through the government system. This Daughter, my only Daughter, sent me a greeting card. Kindly written, with warmth and clarity. Stunned was all I could be. As I opened the envelope for the card I just figured it was going to be yet another insult to me somehow. A slash from the knife that the divorce had become. It wasn't! It was kind and thoughtful. A day later I am still shaking my head, and not from the palsy of age. News, from a past let go to save my soul from the harm of holding on. All I was to that moment was a check, and that was processed through some cold government agency. A bitter chapter, that past is. Then a warm light turned on. From the Daughter that was not even allowed to call me, Dad, or Father by her mother my X wife for 10 years now. A Daughter that never says my name. The card started out "David" not even Dad or Father. David. Still, it was a good note. As I said, kind and true. What do I do now. I had written a note to both Daughter and X wife in reguards to child support during college in the last 10 days. First note in a long time. Talk of payments based on grades by State rules. Grades had not been very good. In fact poor. I am a little behide based on holding back during failing grades. I had been burned once already on a failed quarter. I wanted things to be as the rules needed. No more or less at that point. When you are stripped of your parenthood it changes you. It is a wound that takes time to heal. A long time. It's a big scare to. It's healed though. Kind of on the tough side. Well, till I got a card from the Daughter. Just a simple funny card. Hand written note on the blank inside. A thousand wounds just melted away. The steele was now soft and warm again. Change often takes just a moment. A simple card written, and sent to a new day.