Dad

I've never written about my dad. I haven't known how.

A close relationship has always eluded us due to divorce drama, our clashing personalities, and immaturity on both sides. I carried around bitterness and resentment toward him for so many years, and although that melted away a long time ago, the resulting fallout has left us more like cordial strangers than family.

We had a wonderful conversation today (the first time we've really talked in months). After I hung up the phone, I realized how happy it makes me to find something, ANYTHING about me which comes from my dad. Today, we realized that we both have nasal allergies. It was oddly reassuring.

Dad always has a chocolate stash hidden somewhere in his house. So do I.

I look exactly like him when I laugh.

I inherited his affinity for cats.

He loves making music. Me too.

We are both very independent and generally happy people.

Half of me exists courtesy of his DNA, but those are the only similarities between us that I've come up with so far. Sad, isn't it, that I don't know any more than that? Something needs to change before it's too late.

How thankful I am for new beginnings, and for my loving Father who grants them to me every morning.