My father died....

[celva]

My sister, the one I havent spoken to in a few years, called to tell me my father died New Years Day. I knew as soon as I heard it was her why she had called. It didnt phase me. I wasnt sad. I was civil, mostly because I was at work. She gave me the funeral info. I made a list of who I had to tell. I went to my boss to tell him and make

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[anonymous]

It's possible you cried over the father he never was, over lost chances to make things right, over your own fears to become him. Over the loss of a family that failed you (but was still your family.) It's possible that part of you cried because it hurts to NOT be upset.

[celva]

ok..fess up ...who is this?!

odd post to do anon...

[anonymous]

What? anons have to be mean?

[celva]

no, but if you know me you know I hate a coward...

[lady_louie]

I have a lot of things to say to you about fathers and one's relationship to them and how if you are aware of becoming like your parent--you probably won't.

Today, I'll just say that I'm thinking of you and hope you can get through the day without too much other hurt.

Crying is okay, big silly--it let's us know that the guy we really like is in there somewhere.