Apologies

I was so relieved.

I don't remember if I put it in an earlier blog, here, or not. But the other day, I was so pissed at my father. I have a much different relationship with my father than most thirty year old women. My dad was 53 years old when I was born. That makes him 83 now, and though his mind is still pretty sharp, his health fails him and his tact (if he had any to begin with,) is GONE!

Last year around this time, my beautiful niece who I love came for a visit. She had just gotten a new tattoo, beautiful as well, of the word Faith, right across the inside of her left wrist. When A saw my father, she walked up to him and he asked "Did you get another tattoo?" She said, "Yes, grandpa." And he said "I hate you."

WHAT? You don't SAY that, dad! I wanted to back hand him! But I tried to keep my cool. I consoled A and told her that he didn't really mean it. Which I'm sure he didn't but it was just so rude!

Anyway... my nieces feelings were very hurt. During Christmas, my brother and I explained this to my dad, and he got quiet. I wasn't sure there was any remorse for what he said at all. Just two days ago, my niece called her dad, he was at our house, and she got put on the phone with grandpa. I was relieved to hear him apologize for saying I hate you. And we all knew he meant it. It was sweet.