I spoke to my dad yesterday on the phone for about 30 minutes. During our conversation I even suggested that I stop by to see him next month on my way back from Myrtle Beach. I’m not sure what came over me.

(My boy had a chance to speak to his grandpa too, however the conversation was superficial at best. Mainly because my pop has hearing aides as a result of the Multiple Sclerosis, but also in part due to the fact that my son’s tongue is slipping in between the spot where his two bottom-center teeth used to be and he’s kind of lispy. Put those two issues together and all you have is a hot mess of an interaction.)

I haven’t talked to the guy since my uncle passed away last December. After speaking with him I realized that I truly have to let go of any of the bitterness toward him that I may have left. If I’ve learned anything from the death of a good man it’s that bitterness has no place in our lives. I know it’s cliche to say, but life truly is too short. With father’s day a week away I think I’m going to send him a card.

I guess I feel like it’s time to move on; it’s time to leave the past in the past. I’m supposed to be the wise dad now, and I have to be consistent in deed as well as in words. This will not be easy, I’ll admit that, but nothing worth doing ever is.