Called my dad for father's day. Granted it was a day late. He didn't seem to mind. My kids didn't call me. They texted. Nick texted "it's too loud where I am, or I'd call", Aaron was reminded by my wife.
I don't think me and my dad talked for 5 minutes. He interrupted me talking about what I was into and where I was traveling to this week (Chicago and Minneapolis for work) to ask me to do him a favor. I was almost giddy. 'Anything dad, what do you need' ran through my head.
He told me to lose weight. Said at my age I was risking a heart attack and he didn't want to have to bury me. Said it isn't supposed to happen that way. I felt like was hit in the gut with a basketball. I was stunned, angry, offended. Still am. (I hope writing this will help me calm down. My heart is still pounding.) All I could say was "ok, tell you what, you work on bringing up your sugar up and I'll work on losing weight". He said it didn't work that way, said I was too heavy, told me to have a nice day, said good bye and hung up.
. . . . . BUT THAT'S THE WAY YOU FUCKING RAISED ME!!!
Clean your plate
There are starving kids in China
You're such a big boy, eating 2 plates
You want to grow big and strong don't you?
I know. I know. He cares, right?
Still, we don't talk except for once or twice a year. After his sugar episode in Atlanta, I thought I'd go visit him for father's day. Be a good son. Kinda glad I didn't now, knowing this was going to be on his agenda.
Yes, I'll feel like crap if something happens.