My Son Told Everyone His Biker Father Was Dead As He Was Ashamed Of Me And Now He’s Dying

I don’t know if I’ll ever send this. I’ve been a coward my whole life. Choosing the easy path. Caring more about what other people thought than what was right.

I told everyone you were dead. That’s the worst thing I’ve ever done. Worse than lying about you. Worse than keeping your grandchildren from you. Worse than everything.

The truth is, you were the only real father I ever had. Gregory was fine, but he never taught me to fight for what I believe in. He never taught me to be strong. He never stayed up all night in the hospital when I had my appendix out when I was nine. You did. He never rode 300 miles in the rain to watch my high school graduation. You did.

I was ashamed of you because you were different. Because you didn’t fit the image I was trying to project. Because being your son would have required me to stand up to people who judged you without knowing you.

And I was too weak to do that.

I’m going to call you this week. I’m going to apologize. I’m going to bring the kids to meet you. I’ve wasted so many years being a coward. I don’t want to waste any more.

I love you, Dad. I always did. Even when I was pretending you didn’t exist.

I’m sorry.

Your son, Tyler”

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see through my tears. Couldn’t speak.

Tyler was going to call me. Was going to apologize. Was going to bring my grandchildren to meet me.

And then a drunk driver took everything away.

Sarah was crying too. “I called you because Tyler loved you. He always loved you. He just couldn’t figure out how to admit it. And I thought… I thought you deserved to say goodbye. You deserved to know the truth.”

I stayed in that hospital room fContinue reading…