CONGRATULATIONS!!!! YOU'VE MADE IT TO YOUR SENIOR YEAR!!!!
My name is Ron Thomas. I'm the proud father of three children, grandfather to one with one on the way and the uncle to ten nieces and nephews.
I started this site to help me find my youngest daughter Mercedes Michelle Thomas ( now Mercedes Lawson ) and to let her know that I have loved her since the day her mother and I planned her. I will never stop looking for her. I want her to know that I love and miss her even if she's away from me.
This site is not intended to berate her mother or to show her in a less than favorable light. She was an awesome woman when we were together. So the details of Mercedes mother taking her, will only be shared with Mercedes. I only ask that I be given what I was not aloud "a chance to be a father to you". Please never believe that I did not or do not want you. Just know that it was not my idea and I never walked away from my daughter nor did I ever harm her or put her in harms way. I was never notified that my rights we being taken and if I had I would NEVER have agreed.
One of my greatest fears would have to be never seeing her again or her believing I didn't care. When I was 10, my mother ran away from my father and took us with her. I remember the pain of wondering why my dad didn't come and get us or at least call. My siblings soon forgot all about our dad almost as if he never existed. You'd be surprised how fast kids forget things, yes even forgetting a parent when they're young. Now many years later, my sister has passed away and my brother doesn't talk to our dad much. Our dad is not a bad guy in fact, he's an outstanding guy. They just never knew him. They were robbed of the chance to know their past and their family. Our names were changed and everything about him was removed from our lives. However I was older and I remembered the bond we had. This bond drove me to find him.
Mercedes, I know you don't remember me sweetheart but I do you. I was a part of your life until you were almost three. I realize you may not have a bond with me but I remember walking you at night. I remember putting your nursery together and all the other things a dad does. I remember tons of things and I want to have new memories with you. I know the pain of what it is like losing your child as my father did and he carries that pain to this day. I may someday have to carry that pain forever, like he does, but if I can stop this curse, I am going to do my part. I pray to God that you or any of my children never have to carry that pain.
I have no idea if you know anything about me. So just know I miss you. If you find this all hard to believe, please take a look at the pictures and the family tree. Hopefully it'll prove to you that you are my daughter.
I learned that you were recently adopted to your step-father and that my rights were terminated. They were terminated because I was not informed. Because I did not respond to the petition, you probably thought I did not care but I do care and always will. You may ask, where I was?... to that I have to say, “Looking for you”. I had no idea where you were. If I had, I would have been around. The last time I saw you was back in November of 1992. Now I know where you are but you are adopted so I may have to wait until you are 18 to see you.
If you never contact me or if you're too scared right now, it won't stop me from loving you sweetheart. I'll never give up hope and faith that the LORD will bring us together. I don't have the power to erase the past or bring it back or change it, but I do have the power to always be here. I'm patient that the good LORD has a bigger goal for us.
Love your daddy,
Ron Thomas
immercedesdad@yahoo.com
TEARS
The tears that run down my face
Will never wash away the pain
And they will never fill
The emptiness in my life.
As I look through the tears
They will never alter the fact
That I was not able to know you...
And as the tears evaporate
The sadness that brought them
Still stays.
When the tears stop
Falling from my eyes
It will never show you
How wrong it was that
You weren't part of my life.
