He is with my grandmother, helping her in the wake of my grandpa's death.
Dad lives in South Carolina now and his Southern accent is back and it was so strange to hear. So different from when I was growing up. Much more like my grandparent's voices mixed with my brother's. That was weird. When I first heard him I was like "Boy? Why are you in Florida?!" but then he was all Southern and awkward.
We had a conversation. An actual conversation, and it was strangely nice. I'm not expecting too much because I don't feel like getting my hopes up and having them all dashed to pieces, but it was nice to talk to him and not feel such anger towards someone who isn't even in my life any more.
He said he was proud of me. I rather liked that.
Imma eat my McDonald's and watch a lot of crap.