So it’s Father’s Day, and I’ve not spoken to my father in almost ten years. I rarely even think about him, but lately I’ve been feeling the need to write him a letter. I am a vastly different person than the 14 year old who jumped out of a car [not moving] to get away from him. I wanted to get the letter written and off ot him before Father’s Day this year, but things being what they are, that didn’t happen. I guess today is a good day to start writing it though. I think I’ll start now.
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Shalom Adam,
Good idea. It’s the journey, not the destination, that is matters.
B’shalom,
Jeff
The father of a good friend of mine is dying–is expected to be dead in a matter of weeks, if not days.
My new girlfriend lost her father last October.
Another good friend of mine lost his father to brain cancer a few days after 9/11.
All three of these people have, essentially, said the same thing about the problems I have with my own father–life is too short.