{{{Inny}}}

It's hard when we love someone who doesn't return the favor and we ache wanting them. My Dad died in 1992, he was a "good" dad but I was trying to remember incidents last night and he was just a pleasant guy to be around, not personally with me or anything. I remember one incident when we worked together one summer while I was in college, I worked where he worked and it was raining one afternoon when we finished work and we "ran" to the car. I'd never seen my rather formal father "run" and it was surprising to me. But that's the only sorts of thing I remember in relation to me alone, not much :-( But just remembering the "possibilities" that didn't materialize is sad.