2009-10-05 Monday

I talked to my Dad on the phone this morning.  I need to call him more often.  I need to get past the discomfort.  Until now, talking to him on the phone has never been a good thing.  Never.  Talking isn’t the right word, it’s always meant listening to a raised and unkind voice.  I wonder how long, how many phone calls, it will take to get past that.  Sad.

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