A Truly Sad Day
This Sunday was Father’s Day. You didn’t hear anything of it from me because I am estranged from my father. He is still living, but the eighteen years of bad blood stand between us; I was willing to forgive him for how I hated him, but he saw no reason to apologize for how he treated me. So while everyone else was lauding the accomplishments of fatherhood, I was left in silence, with the fear over my head that in the 0.01% chance that I have kids, I might become like my father to them in more than just appearance and role.
Now today, my consternation has turned to sadness. First report of the morning was of the passing of my beloved grandfather.
I ask that those of you who care send me your condolences; and those who don’t oblige me with your silence.







