Regrets...

Thinking about my dad. I was 17 when he died, suddenly. As time has given me perspective, I realize that he was a stranger to me...NOT his choice. An unhappy home, mom (in my case) pits kids against their dad. Too young to realize I was seeing only one side of the pain. I often imagine what it would be like, now, to sit with him and talk...words I would have said; regrets. So dad...happy Fathers Day.