I probably won't revisit this because this post makes it real to me. I found out this morning from my brother who I don't keep in touch with that my father passed at 55 years of age. My dad and I haven't had the best relationship after my parents divorce and I haven't seen him in 3+ years. He was laid off from his job and moved to Wisconsin, and I got a job as an airline pilot in Florida. Anyways, at the end of last year he made an effort to get into my life and we had started reconnecting. I called him yesterday morning to inform him of a promotion I will be getting at my current job and it went to voicemail. I was hanging out with
@Boris Badenov and
@Avalon781ML and let his return call go to voicemail. Figured I'd call this morning and chat. Little did I know. 55 years old. I'd do anything to go back to last night and tell him I love him one more time. Sorry guys, I just needed to vent. Knowing he will never see me get married, or having my kids never know their grandpa is killing me. I love you dad.