This page is dedicated to my biological Father, David Wright.
When my father was fairly young he suffered a mental breakdown, and never really recovered. He's schizophrenic, and once told me he believes himself to be the bride of Christ. I have very few positive memories of my father when he was still married to, & living with my mother, my older sister & I, but I hold onto them as hard as I can. The man he became after the breakdown was violent, angry & sad; his teachings were bloody and abusive. I don't see him that often now, though he lives fairly close to where I live. He's improved from what he was during the end of his time living with me, but he isn't exactly like a father to me. I don't want him to suffer or be alone, but the mix of emotions that stem from seeing him are often overwhelming and confusing.
In November of 2004 my father jumped off the 5th floor of an Ann Arbor parking garage; he survived though he broke his pelvis and his leg. I visited him regularly in the U of M psych ward, and the visits had been the closest thing to normal father son relations we'd had in years. Maybe it's because he had good food and medical care there, but whatever the reason I didn't complain; in fact I enjoyed it while it lasted, for I feared that it wouldn't.
As of August, 2006, my bio dad is living in an apartment in Ypsilanti, Michigan, and for now, is doing fairly well given his circumstances. He looks better every time I see him, and I hope that continues, though part of me knows that something will happen, and he'll go over the edge again; it's only ever a question of when...
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