So, yeah... my dad didn't show on Friday.
We had a good dinner anyway, with my aunt and uncle, my only other relatives left in California where I grew up, but...
It wasn't just a no-show. It was also a no-call, a no-attempt-to-reschedule, a no-how-about-stopping-by-and-letting-me-meet-my-grandkids...
I suppose a bit more backstory might help.
When Amy and I got married almost 6 years ago, my dad didn't want to come. Said he "wouldn't know anyone." That pretty much tore things for me... I had made efforts with him all through my 20's, but never really saw that reciprocated. So when he didn't want to fly out for our 2002 wedding, I was pretty much done.
I did make another effort, however, when we discovered Jack was on his way. I wrote a Christmas card telling him what was up with me, that we were about to plant a church and he was about to be a grandfather. I let him know I'd be happy to send pictures if he wanted them. I told him all he had to do was write or call and just let me know he'd like that.
Never heard back...
The hard part of this is that as difficult as it was to get to a place where I picked up the phone and let him know we were coming, it was even more difficult to get to a place where I had something redemptive to say to him, something about forgiveness. But I was there.
Now? I don't know... I'm angry, hurt, would rather not think about it, etc.
His health is failing (congestive heart failure) and I seriously doubt he'll be around that much longer. I really don't know how much effort I can/should put into this.
Right now, it's not feeling much, I can tell you.