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Thrice Rescued

... Gunny and Mrs. H. They never once asked me if I'd lost my mind, just started helping me plan to acquire all the things I'd need for my new role as bachelor father.

Two days later, in a meeting at the federal courthouse in Philadelphia, Violet and Samuel were delivered to me, complete with birth certificates naming them as my children. I was now officially their father. A totally unprepared, bewildered, saddened and angry father, but a father nonetheless.

Being younger, Samuel bonded with me almost immediately. It took Violet several weeks longer, but by the time the school year started in the fall, both were calling me "Daddy." I enrolled Violet and Samuel in the day care facility near the high school used by most of the teachers with young children. The Hopkins dipped into their extensive contacts list to provide me with a pediatrician, babysitters with good reputations, and the assorted other resources a new father needs. I think they saw Violet and Samuel as two more grandchildren, much the same way they saw me as a son, if not a formally adopted one.

The file sat on my desk for a month before I finally opened it one evening after putting the children to bed. In it I found all the documents that the Marshals had mentioned, plus Vera's engagement and wedding rings and ten copies of a death certificate in her name that I would need to close out various accounts and transfer her retirement funds to my IRA. The necklace which I had given her that first Christmas ...

... together was also in the file. The Marshals had recovered Vera's personal items from the hospital after she died and had made a point of adding that to the materials they'd given me.

I spent a long time looking at the envelope containing Vera's last letter to me before opening it. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what she'd been thinking when she'd left me. Finally, I just bit the bullet, opened the envelope, and began reading.

"Dear Davie,

By the time you receive this letter, I'll have disappeared. I'm sorry to do this to you, but I've attempted to make the process of dealing with my disappearing as easily as possible. Accompanying this letter are all the documents you'll need to remove me from your life and move on without me.

I know that this is going to hurt you. For that, I can only express my deepest regret. You loved me unconditionally. I will always treasure that. I wish I could have done the same to you. I'm self-aware enough to recognize that I've never loved anyone. I'm not sure I have the capacity to love after all the years I spent in that damn foster care system. I know I'd never experienced love until I met you, except perhaps from a mother I have no recollection of. You were much stronger than I was because you survived the system with your capacity to love intact. I didn't. Perhaps the difference between us was a result of Gunny and Mrs. H's time with you, or perhaps it is just that you are the best man I've ever known.

Leaving with Richard gives me ...