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May 25, 2007
70
I've had a decent week. Mason and I spent the afternoon yesterday with our good friends Geoff, Bob, Matt, John and Alberto after work at O'Grady's drinking 20 Litres of Beer and having various munchies. It was a hot one yesterday and the beer was much needed after suffering through a boring and trite training at Ryerson University. Today was better, the last day of training was much better and informative. So my day was flying high and I was looking forward to coming home and doing some yardwork along with just relaxing in general. I decided to check my voicemail at home when I picked up a message from my father.
Truth be told my parents and I have not spoken since my Papou's death, and when we moved to Canada I wrote them a letter letting them know at least where I would be. There have been occasional phone calls on their part, but I don't answer them as I really have no desire to speak to them, mostly because of my mother, because of the fact she is an evil c*nt.
However, this message was from my father, I've always said that if my mother was not around my father and I would have had a cool relationship. He gets me, and respects me, and tries not to control me, but as we all know from My Big Fat Greek Wedding:
He sounded dejected and sad in his message (all in Greek) asking me to call him and that all is forgiven and that he just wants to hear from me. Then, out of the blue, he reminded me that he's turning 70 in July and how he is "not in a good way." My heart dropped from my chest. 70? Was my father really turning 70? I don't know why but for some reason when someone's age hits the 70's it freaks me out, maybe because I associate it with being elderly.
I did the quick math in my head and realized that it was true, he is going to be 70 and I got really sad, really fast, and for a breif moment I connected to my 6-year old self and realized how much I miss my Dad. Sigh....
Now I have no idea what to do.
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Comments
I can't put myself in your shoes and I doubt anyone else could, but what I can say is that it's a lot easier to tell someone something (whatever it is) when they're alive.
May peace be with you whichever way you choose.
Posted by: Scott M. at May 29, 2007 06:03 PM
Good luck with it, Nick. Allan and I have both been estranged from one parent and had to make decisions like that. It's very hard.
I hope you'll focus on what's best for you, and nothing else. Big hugs.
Posted by: L-girl at June 1, 2007 11:16 AM
My parents recent illnesses have taken their toll on me especially with us leaving soon.
I don't have advice on your Dad, perhaps you can send him a letter or something. I find writing a much more careful form of communication.
Posted by: Tom at June 1, 2007 07:45 PM
