Sunday, January 3, 2010

Nothing can be worse than numb.

Earlier this evening I spoke to my father for the first time in 17 years.
My parents divorced when I was four.
My sister was two.
I'm a product of divorce, but as Sammy and I spoke earlier on the subject, I didn't go through a divorce.

I don't remember my dad. I didn't even recognize his voice.

The embarrassing part about it is that I was calling my grandma for financial help so I could enroll this semester, and she nonchalantly goes, "Sure honey, I can help...your education means so much to me...oh hey your dad is here would you like to talk to him?"

UUUMMM sure???

The conversation was light, and somewhat familiar. I don't really know how to feel about it.
I think the best word is numb.

In a weird way I'm glad it happened It's like I called at that exact time for a reason.
...He told me that he didn't know how to contact my sister and I. He simply said, "I didn't know how to break the ice...and I guess just going in head first was the only way to go."

I agree, dad. In all aspects of life you just have to dive in head first.

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