my father went on a journey long inside his head and mind for months he weighed and stayed away we wondered for what to find?
at last we had to talk it through the future and what life's about he said his mission had been to clear out what he missed... or could live without
it turned out he was uncertain about many things in life but me he did not miss a bit it cut me like a knife...
I have not spoken with my dad in years now... it feels strange. I can't find my self to understand his choice... In the depth of his soul I hope he is sad too, even though he does not show it. Sometimes it feels like he is dead, but he lives just 10 miles down the road. not missing me - but missing out on a lot if you ask me...