Father’s Day
For those who know me, they know that to say my father and I aren’t close is to misstate the epic lack of closeness. Having not spoken to him in over three years, and entirely unsure of what happened, I can only read wistfully from PZ Myer’s memories from his father.
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I didn’t speak to my father for years. I finally decided to break the ice after years—not the least of which, because I was tired of carrying all that anger around with me. I started small, with a card, then letters, then email. We now email about monthly. Not saying you should do the same; just saying that communication-at-arm’s-length is an option, too.
That’s the thing, neither my sister nor I have any idea where he really is. Clues, yes, but nothing more, and after he blew off my sister’s wedding, we just gave up. I’m glad you were able to repair things somewhat.
Ah, I didn’t realize the ball was in his court.
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Powerful article. Thanks for that.
I miss my mum on Mother’s Day (and all others for that matter).
It’d be easy to write that, you, Christopher, can reconcile with your dad but today, he’s gone. My hope is that, perhaps, things will change. This is only hope for what the future may hold, when it comes to your father.