I just got an e-mail from my Father tonight. It really put me in the pits. I was already feeling a little out of sorts because my daughter and I are still doing the pre-teen/parent dance. But in my Father's e-mail he wrote to us about his will. He's had a miraculous recovery from congestive heart failure. It's been a couple of years now since they said he had a couple of days and was on hospice. He was my primary abuser and when I feel sadness about his passing it confuses me. Sometimes when I think of him as my Father, it's surreal. I've forgiven him for a lot that he has done, But I don't know how to interact with him anymore. He's still incredably sick. He's still my Father and I'm really freekin confused!