So -- I used call my dad nearly every night.

[capri0mni]

I'd call my dad to just talk. Often that "just talking" would be to deconstruct my feelings about relationships with other people, or work through writer's block (like I'm having with screnzy), or share cool things I'd heard on the news, or the Web, or ask if he'd seen that funny new commercial.

Mostly, gradually, over the last almost-year-and-a-half, I've fallen out of the thought habit that I should call him or could call him, until this week. All Week, I've been keeping a running tab, while I'm watching T.V., or come across something on the 'Net, of things to discuss with him... only to remember, mid thought, that it's rather a moot point.

I was just thinking how much I missed him, just now, when I came across this post on Wil Wheaton's blog:

a note to my dogs

He would have thought that post was almost as nifty as a raw onion, tomato and cheddar sandwhich on whole wheat homemade bread with mayo.

Comments

[lizziebelle.livejournal.com]

Maybe it would help to write all the things you want to tell him. I kept a journal for a while after my dad died, of all the great memories I had of him. It helped me through the grief.

[capriuni.livejournal.com]

Well, that's what I use LJ for -- sharing the things I would have shared with my father with my flist instead...

Don't get the feedback as consistantly, though...

[lizziebelle.livejournal.com]

Heh, yeah, you can't *make* people comment! :)