Dad's Visit

He is talking to the girls on the phone. We thought they would be down, but Anita said they can't make it.

I miss these days with him. We have spent hours before talking outside at the end of the day. Unfortunately it has been many years now of phone conversations, rather than one on one.

We used to go for long rides when I needed to talk. We used to go to town to eat, just to get out of the house. Sometimes we would just sit silently, and that was enough.

Just as the goat family we are raising, life continues to change. Our babies are becoming parents, beginning their own family. Their roles are changing.

But, depending on how you look at it, it is sad to grow up and learn that you aren't able to lean on your father anymore...in certain circumstances...that being an adult, a parent, a grandparent, a wife and all of the other hats women wear, comes at a price. It too can be a happy time, developing your adult relationship with your parents, and you are communicating on a different level. Some days are good, some days are bad.

With all of my sadness this week, I've not been able to enjoy either side of my relationship with my father. I can't find the time to talk to him about the things I need to talk to him about. Deep things that have festered and come up in recent months. I have many responsibilities each evening and can't get through them until I'm so tired that I can't think straight.

I miss him, I suppose I will always miss him.