i find myself sitting here thinking about my father. I don't know why and I don't care to find out.  It's gonna be a year since i last talked to him. I stopped calling after I saw how that half of my family really didn't care for me. So I left it alone after that. He would call me but then he stopped once I started to tell him about himself and his family.

He's not worth my time and yet I sit here and ponder. Maybe he's ill or something. Maybe I should call him and say hello. oh well.....