Dad

It started out as a quiet day. I walked to the store, it was cold as usual.
I started to think about my Dad. I learned on Christmas day that he has Emphysema, it could get worse.
I haven't told the rest of my family yet, I don't want to tell them, I don't want it to be true. I've been told I'm the man of the family since I was nine (that's when my parents split).

I moved up here to get to know my Dad, we don't have much to anything in common, he loves sports, I love the fine arts, he loves cars, I'm just happy to have anything that gets me from point A to point B safely. My brother Jim says that I should just move back down to California, I want too, but I need to be here right now. He doesn't know, and is understandably getting impatient with me.

My Dad fell off the face of the planet for almost 20 years, I honestly thought he was dead. He didn't make contact with my sister or I for that period of time, but still he's my Dad and I gotta to be here for him.
His Dad wasn't there for him and my granfather's Dad wasn't there for him either, it's my responsibility to break the cycle.

I love my Dad, I just wish, I could understand him better.