That’s my shadow on the snow in a memorial tree park in the suburbs of Red Deer, Alberta.
The 4 x 4 stake in the ground marks the final resting place of my birth father – a man I never knew.
We barely had a relationship when he was alive. For thirty years I had no clue who he was. We spoke a couple of times by phone, and then he slipped from my life again.
Years later, I found out he had died. It took a further decade for me to pay my respects
I’m grateful to CBC “Tapestry” for sharing my story.