Understanding and love are truly one.

Confrontation. Reconcilation.

Today is my dad's birthday . . . all week I have been thinking about why it is that he really has no idea who I am . . . and has never really tried to find out . . . he has never really known his own daughter. He knows more about his old drinking buddies and the guys he goes fishing with now, than he does about me.

I don't understand . . . and to be honest, it hurts.

I would like to understand . . . I would like it not to hurt.