Talk With My Father
I talked with my father recently. I talked to him for about ten minutes, about nothing, told him I loved him and that was it. It’s amazing how two people can drift apart. I’m forty-eight and have lived the majority of my life separate from the rest of my family. It’s been 30 years since I left home. I had been back and forth sleeping on the couch for about five of those years (I was a musician), but now my parents, brothers, and sisters kind of feel like distant old friends.
Don’t get me wrong, I love them all, but, they aren’t the same. I guess that’s all part of the great plan of life. I wonder what I’ll feel next year and the year after that and so on.
