I’ve been thinking of him so much lately.
Our usual phone conversation this past Sunday brought all of my emotions back up to the surface.
“I try to keep a positive attitude.”
“There’s no point in feeling sorry for yourself, just trying to keep my mind active. I’ve been working on getting back into writing.”
This makes my eyes swell, and a painful knot begins to grow in the back of my throat, just like when I was a kid, and he had just caught me doing something that I wasn’t supposed to.
I hold back my conversation for fear of him repeating himself.
How can I be so selfish?
Where is my positive attitude?
Are these just Words?
I miss you, dad.