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I saw my father last Wednesday. It was quite odd. I saw him walk in the store, but only caught a glimpse from behind. I still knew. It was instant.
I walked out from the counter and stood directly behind him. When he turned, he was stunned but it didn't register with him whom I was at first. It's an odd felling knowing that half you can't even recognize you.
Kind of prophetic I guess.
We talked for a while. I filled him in on recent events, you and me, Mike and Jessica, how things are progressing with them, and general family news. Its was more of a “just to let you know” situation. He filled me in on a few things. Nothing too impressive as usual, but something.
Apparently he was staying with my uncle that night and invited me over. Usually I wouldn’t have showed up. Ask a few months ago and it would have been, “Hell no.” However… I went.
This is nothing to be proud of, I guess, but I actually smoked with him. That is when things got really odd.
We were sitting down, having some kind of meaningful conversation. I have always talked rather deep with him, but it was always about events and beliefs, or something of the sort.
We never really opened up personally. I never asked him for advice. Never cared to. I was doing quite well without him. I had a good job, a wonderful woman by my side, and the rest would come. A lot has changed since then, and my parents (mom and Dennis) advice has been getting stale. They’ve laid-off quite a bit. Mom isn’t nearly as naggy or hands-on. But what I do get usually has a religious connotation. I don’t know. Maybe I was looking for something with a little more human substance.
Anyway, that was the experience. I don’t know what to make of it, or what to do with it. However, it’s there.
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