My ex-father-in-law was a rather miserable person. He’d had a rough childhood, ended up on his own as a teenager, fought in a war and came home to become an abusive husband/father and relentless alcoholic. One of his two sons fled; the other stayed and followed in his footsteps. When I married the latter, I was viewed as the family’s savior, there to rescue them from all the perils of their heritage. Then five years later when those perils threatened the life of my newborn baby, I divorced them all and became the arch enemy.
“Ron,” my former father-in-law, hated me with the deepest of contempt. He cussed me out and called me every name in the book, threatened me, shook my very core as I learned to hate him in response.
Two years ago, the matriarch of the family died, and with her, the lies she had told in an effort to disguise the pain and misery of their home. Without her around to carry on the charades and to protect the image of her sons as victims of heartless women, the truth came to light. In short time, Ron accepted that truth.
He was a lonely old man without the strength to play the game any longer. He wanted to know his darling granddaughter before it was too late, and to accomplish that, he had to be nice—to ME.
In turn, I had to be willing to accept him. To stand inside the garage where he whittled away his hours smoking his hand-rolled cigarettes and to see gentleness in the crinkled eyes of a man who had hurt me, his sons, his wife. He asked for forgiveness and I gave it.
For the next two years, I took my daughter to visit Ron and watched the way he smiled at her … a smile that came from deep within a heart that had changed. We hugged and said “I love you” at every visit—something I never imagined would happen.
Last week, Ron suddenly dropped dead in that smoky garage. Around him were pictures and drawings and gifts we had taken to him. He didn’t die a hateful old man, but grandpa and friend who had found love again before it was too late. He was redeemed.
8 thoughts on “Redemption.”
What a touching story. Sometimes redemption takes time.
What a touching story, Kate. Redemption takes time. And a redeemer.
Kate, I’m glad you started a blog and I’m glad to know this part of your story. Thanks for sharing and I look forward to hearing more stories of redemption. – Craig
Praise God for “Ron” and his willingness to ask for forgiveness and yours to accept that and offer not only forgiveness but love. What a spiritual lesson for your daughter to experience. Bless you.
This is a great reminder to not give up on people and to extend forgiveness when it is sought.
Well put sis…….sure enjoy the way you are able to put your thoughts on a page. We can only hope and pray that in those last couple of years he also sought redemption from His Savior. You are Em are overcomers for sure! Love you both!
I’m touched by your openness to forgive and your willingness bring him into your and your daughters heart.
Kate, you did a beautiful selfless thing for Emily in forgiving “Ron” because you gave her the gift of the grandfather she hadn’t known this way before. She is one lucky little girl to have you for her mother! Happy Mother’s Day Kate. And thank you for your supportive words on my blog post. -Colleen
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