Hmm. So yesterday was Father's Day and, well, no, I have no idea how I want to approach this.
I haven't spoken to my Father for about four years now.
Good or bad thing? Everyone I know has their views on this and I am open to all of them, as I am open to all views on most topics (I am a good old fashioned fence sitter).
The thing is though - that I wasn't really aware of the Hallmark qualities of the day until I mentioned to Megs that I had been reading a letter that I had written about four months back.
This letter was to my Father and I had written it in a spur of the moment as I was packing to move. I had been cleaning out boxes and moving this and that and had happened upon a note that he had sent me a couple of years ago. Nothing special - it just made me think. And feel.
So I wrote. I wrote and I wrote and it all kind of poured out of me. I was blunt. I was articulate. I was harsh. I was selfish. Three pages of very small text later and I felt I had captured it all. I had made sense of it. I had said all of the things I needed to say.
Funny then, that I had forgotten about it until yesterday.
So where does this leave me? God knows. I just thought I might mention it to the ether in the vain hope that it might start me along - in baby steps - down the path to sorting this all out and maybe, who knows, to fixing (?) it.