As some of you know, my relationship with my dad has been strained and basically non-existent. Some years we talk. Last year, we didn’t talk at all. I didn’t call him anymore. He never called me. We definitely have a failure to communicate on the most basic level.
I don’t think my dad is a bad man. We just don’t understand each other all of the time.
I’ve heard through the grapevine that he hasn’t been well. So I called him last night for the first time in over a year. I was doing the dishes and knew that I needed to call him immediately.
I had to call someone else to find his phone number. Sad, right? When I called him the last time, I had a different phone.
He has not been well. He’s had a series of mini-strokes.
I was going to ask him questions about why he never calls or if he’s mad at me. I did not. None of those questions seemed important anymore.
He talked to me for at least an hour. It might have been two.
So that’s where we are right now. Maybe we’ll have lunch sometime. I will try to be better than just the “okayest daughter.”