The Call

I can't believe I am typing this. I heard from my father. He sounds different. Older, quieter, humbler. I am a little skeptical, but I have right to be. My mom had read my post Letting Go and dug out an old work number for him. She asked him to move on and call me. I got the call this morning, I am glad I wrote the post and let go of all that anger inside me. I would not have been able to keep composure otherwise. What I realised is that I do really forgive him. I know that years cannot be swept beneath rugs, I know there will always be a cloak of mystery. I was surprised at how glad I was to hear from him. I thought I might be bitter, but I wasn't. I craved the attention from him. He is in remission from kidney cancer. But what I realised too, is that he hurts as much as I do, that he didn't forget about me. Hearing from him turned out to be the best birthday gift.