Today, my father passed away at 2:24pm from cancer. We've had a rocky relationship for many years. There's a point that we haven't spoken for years! I feel like Tupac "...my heart wouldn't let me mourn for a stranger." So I feel numb.
The good news is that he called me and apologized for being crappy father. We've made peace since then. His last request was a photo of me and my mother at my brother's wedding. But my mother didn't like the photo we've taken, so I've never sent it. I wish I did!
Now, I'm contemplating if I want to go to the funeral. I intentionally separated myself from the rest of the family because I don't want to be part of their constant drama. It's ridiculous! I don't know how to feel.
Anway...until next time.....
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