Father’s Day

So it’s Father’s Day, and I’ve not spo­ken to my father in almost ten years. I rarely even think about him, but late­ly I’ve been feel­ing the need to write him a let­ter. I am a vast­ly dif­fer­ent per­son than the 14 year old who jumped out of a car [not mov­ing] to get away from him. I want­ed to get the let­ter writ­ten and off ot him before Father’s Day this year, but things being what they are, that did­n’t hap­pen. I guess today is a good day to start writ­ing it though. I think I’ll start now.

2 thoughts on “Father’s Day”

  1. The father of a good friend of mine is dying–is expect­ed to be dead in a mat­ter of weeks, if not days.

    My new girl­friend lost her father last Octo­ber.

    Anoth­er good friend of mine lost his father to brain can­cer a few days after 9/11.

    All three of these peo­ple have, essen­tial­ly, said the same thing about the prob­lems I have with my own father–life is too short.

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