I've been gone for awhile. My father died. I received the call one morning that if I wanted to see him alive I had to run, drive, fly as soon as I could. Made it in time to tell him the things I needed to say. He died that night.
It's been harder than I thought it would be. We had a complex relationship. I'm not sure we could have ever found agreement on many things. It's probably just good that, at the end, we both knew we loved each other and that I had only positive thoughts about him.
I cried. More often than I have in all my previous years of life. I'll miss him. I'll look forward to seeing him, if, hopefully, I end up where he did.
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