It doesn’t happen often, but occasionally I get sad about my dad. I haven’t talked to him since June, at which time he told me that he’d call me in a couple of weeks so that we could plan for him to come over and visit.Yeah… It’s January. He didn’t call me then, didn’t call for my birthday, Thanksgiving, or Christmas. I try not to harp on it too much, but it hurts. The truth is that I am 40 years old, and I don’t necessarily “need my daddy”, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want him in my life.

I thought that I was okay to write about this… I am not.