An awkward pause, lasting years.

[themythicalman]

I dreamt about my father the other night.  We were out at dinner together and he had left the restaurant without paying.  We eventually returned to pay the bill, shameful tears streaming down his bearded face.  I don't know which hurt him more:  the fact that he had done this, or that it happened in front of me.

I miss my father.  I wonder how he would have handled what happened to me years ago?  When I think of it, I almost feel relieved that he died before he could see any of what I went through.  Almost.
Originally posted at my Dreamwidth blog. Sorry, LJ.