So... My father and I havnt talked for many years for several reasons I am not going to get into. It had been over 11 years since we last saw each other. The other day he was hit by a car while doing road construction flagging and had to have a leg amputated. I ended up driving up to visit him in the hospital and seeing my half sister again which was awesome and come to find out he has remarried and now I have a ton of step siblings.
Its a crazy world some days... I told myself if he ever got sick or he ever died I wouldn't shed a tear. I would keep being angry at him and not have a kind thing to ever say but after driving up there and seeing him I realized that some times that hatred is only hurting you. He's just a man who messed things up in his life, who made mistakes not the evil person I had built up in my head from my teenage years.
I feel a lot better, even if it took a near tragedy for it to happen.