Today is Father's Day. I really wish I was down in MS with my dad today. He's been in the hospital since Friday. He's having a venogram done on Monday. I was supposed to leave Saturday morning to be with him, but a variety of things kept me from making the trip.
My dad and I have had a some what rocky relationship since my mom died in 1991. But as of the past year we seem to have gotten better. I think it got better after what transpired this past summer with my brother. We have made peace with each other, my dad and I.
He's been more willing to talk to me about family things, acknowledging things that can't be changed but knowing he did the best he could at the time.
My dad taught me to fish, to ride a horse, to drive a truck. He made me a wooden toy train set when I was little and always let me sit on his lap to drive the car. He's a wealth of knowledge and a bit of a hoarder. Do you need a toliet? My dad has 2 of them in his barn. Need a phone book from 1980, he's got one of those too. He can tell you anything about farm animals or how to grow the perfect crop of tomatoes.
My dad hasn't always been perfect, but he's always been my dad. And I love him very much.
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