My father is on my mind, honestly. The way he really hasn't been a part of my life lately. It's funny, when I was younger, I never really wanted to hear from him, but he kept pushing his way in and criticizing everything I would do. But we would always talk on holidays. Nowadays, though, a lot of times we don't even talk then, and I can't get him on the phone.
It's like, after I hit my mid-20s... he just stopped pretending that we even have any kind of connection. He now only invites us over for Christmas or Thanksgiving, and hands my Mom a check rather than giving me any presents. The first time he did it, he casually mentioned that he gives his family members $10,000 when they come sniffing around for money, and he doesn't want to see them again for a while. He's not completely wrong about that being part of the reason I kept coming to see him when I didn't really feel like it, and I guess I understand, he has my younger teenaged half-brothers, his job, and his new wife to worry about... but I thought that we would stick to the routine of contacting each other on holidays and birthdays, because that's our thing. It's always been our thing. I guess I just hate change.