VISITATION JOURNAL

My first wife, Lorraine, and I, had three daughters.  Our unsuccessful marriage, maintained for eight years by giving the Roman Catholic model or theory of sacramental marriage the ol’ college try (despite unjust, unjustifiable, treacherous undermining of my Christ ordained headship of the family by Lorraine and her mother) was spent mostly separated from each other. During most of those years and some years afterward (until welfare reform in the Clinton administration) equitable administration of family law found me paying half my wages in child and spousal support in exchange for a few hours a week of visitation — first with my eldest and eventually but briefly with her and her sisters. 

Things changed horribly when Lorraine escalated the treachery against me with false accusations of the most vile kind in order to take the kids to Kansas to place them in a traditional Catholic academy — a move I opposed because I was involved in a business startup and couldn’t move halfway across the country with them at that time. 

Anyway, the outcome of the marital firefight and the nitty-gritty details of hell-on-earth packed into it, is that I have been estranged from my three daughters Regina, Renee, and Jessica (along now with their spouses and my grandchildren) for just over thirty years. My last conversation with Jessica was in 2004 when she was sixteen. With Renee it was a few years before that when she was also almost sixteen. The oldest, Regina, hasn’t spoken to me since she was six; she’s now forty-two.

So, with that as preamble to the predicament, I’m going to intermittently post here in this — my personal mind map — blog excerpts of notes I kept along the way of my visitations first with Regina (back in the day) and then with her and her sisters. The notes are going to be unedited — except for cropping — photo captures of the journal entries as written. If perchance my girls somehow find these and have some desire to speak again with me while I still walk this earth, I would be so grateful for that opportunity. Since Lorraine succeeded so well in making me dead to them after they left, I entrusted them entirely to the Lord from that time to make them whole and secure in being loved by a Father. If He should, in the time that remains to me, allow them to know the father He provided for them, who was erased from their lives by their mother’s motives and the unjust prejudices of the law in her favor, I would be most humbled by His generous blessing.