Dad

I thought I'd take a minute here to write about Dad.  It's been a rough ride.  After years of being estranged,  we started talking again this past year.  We spend an hour a week out for coffee.  Perhaps it will never again be as it was.  I think, though, we have burried the Hachette.  I never really knew him until the summer I turned nine, then didn't see him again until I was 18.  Family friction later caused us to walk apart with much hard feelings.  I still do not speak to my oldest brother.  We humans can be hateful animals and wound so severely. Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android