On June 25, 2011, - the 33rd anniversary of my mother's death - I traveled from Philadelphia to Chicago to visit my father. The picture on the left shows our first embrace in more than 20 years.
The picture below shows my father sitting at my mother's gravesite on that same day. Though I visited her gravesite often, I had no idea that my father had never been there. He didn't even know the location of the gravesite. This was his first and only time at the site. He died less than a year later. But not before meeting my children for the first and only time. In the lower left picture, my father sits with my sons Khalil and Malcolm during our presentation "Forgiving Our Fathers, Forgiving Ourselves."
It was my honor to take him to the site and reunite our family after years of estrangement and pain.