In a year of much change, I got the call that my dad died.
His body was found on June 27th.
The cause of death is unknown.
Much like the nature of my feelings.
Our relationship was a contentious one at best. Some of you that knew him understand what I mean. I think that the parts of myself that I like the least are the ones that are most like him.
I wish that I could say that he was a good man. I can’t. I wish that I could say that my childhood was filled with amazing memories, or even a couple of really good ones. I can’t. I wish that I could tell you that my father taught me about love and family. He didn’t or at least not in the sense that ever created a longing or desire for a family myself.
I am sure that I will write more as I process this. I don’t feel a sense of loss like most of you would experience. I don’t know how to explain it so for now, I won’t try.