Inanimate

It's Father's day. I have to admit I'm not a fan. Three years ago my father died of a heart attack the day after Father's Day.

It was my friend's birthday and though I was more then happy to celebrate with him, I was nervous. I'm so sensitive around this time. But I buckled down and put a smile on. And let me say that I had an amazing time. Till about three in the morning.

A man I met last night turned to me out of nowhere and started telling me things he couldn't have known. This man claimed to be psychic. He used words so specific that would grind on me. That made me think. He turned to me and said, 'Your father... Is he inanimate?'

Inanimate

Such a strong word. See, long story short... My dad wasn't really around much. Even when he lived with me. He became an abusive alcoholic. And even though I know he loved me, he couldn't show it. He was inanimate.


By the time he realized he wanted to be a part of my life the last few months, I was so hurt... and he was half way across the country. But I do have to say that the last day he lived, he did try... Very hard.

Now he's ultimately gone. And I've cried to movies like The Simpsons and Shrek 4... Just because the fathers had a second chance. And I would do anything to have that chance for him... That he wanted.

And now I say to you on this Father's Day: Life is short. It's important to show the ones you love how you feel. Call your loved ones, call them now and tell them you love them. You do not have forever to do so.

Do not be inanimate in life.