Estranged...

For more than have my life, my dad has not been in my life. The first twelve years... well that was my mother's choice not to have him involved. The past six on the other hand well... apparently just shit luck.

A few days ago, I finally reconnected with my dad again. The last time I heard from him was six years prior during my last visit home. It was a pleasure to see him again especially since he looked better (and in better health.. my dad is a hardheaded diabetic) now than the last time I saw him. I can still remember him staring at his cellphone simply a few inches away because his poor eyesight, a complication of uncontrolled diabetes. He is still stubborn as ever though -- I got that trait from both ends. Apparently, things went bad to worse for him (health-wise) in 2010 with his health crashing and year prior, he lost his cellphone which explains his absence. 

I am just happy that he is doing alright - could certainly be better. I was bitter, frustrated and angry at his disappearance. I guess we'll just have to wait and see if he decides to stay in my life.