We went to the cemetery today to visit my dad and grandparents.
I had a falling out with my parents in 2012, mainly over the way my mother treated and spoke about Cowgirl which had been going on for some time and reached a point where I felt I had to make a choice. It wasn't very pretty.
Though I knew that I had plenty to thank my parents for (which I acknowledged before I cut them off), I spent several years being angry. Dad invited us to a couple of things which I declined (fairly politely). But after a while, I realised that they would not live forever and I would feel very bad if they dropped off the perch with things being that way between us. Three years ago I called Dad on his birthday, which was the start of a reconciliation. Later in the year we all caught up and it was pretty much as though nothing had ever happened, everyone was on their best behaviour.
Things are good now. Dad will be 80 next year (but is in fantastic condition, he rides his bike a couple of hours most days) and my mother a year behind and we visit regularly. I shudder to think now if something had happened to them in those bad years. Both have a wealth of knowledge in different areas, Dad is a very practical man with much experience in many areas (though I now have the edge in chainsaw matters) while my mother is very artistic as are my children and they have much they can learn from her.
20 years since you lost your dad. I'm sorry for that, Steve.