Over this past weekend my sisters came home and I stopped by my parents house so we could all go out to dinner. Dad isn't one to share his feelings and in fact none of us dubya men are particularly adept in that regard. *Sure, I can usually tell when something is bothering him, but rarely does he open up, come out & talk about it.
That's why the ride back from dinner was so surprising. Out of the blue he asked me how I thought Mom-Mom was doing. She passed away this time last year and he really hadn't opened up and talked about it much.
It caught me so off guard that I really didn't know what to say other than Pop-Pop no longer has to wait for her and she now has an unlimited supply of Manhattan's. We ended up talking about all manner of Mom-Mom related things, weird things that will randomly remind us of her, and his realization of his own morality now that both of his parents are gone. The whole conversation was just very atypical for dad. I think he really needed to just get things off his chest and I happened to be around at the moment to talk to.
Come to think of it I can't remember the last time I saw my dad cry. I've seen him visibly upset many times, but I'm not sure I've ever seen him cry.
*we are horrible at communicating. My brother got hit by a drunk driver last year and was in the hospital. He didn't tell any of us because "he didn't want to worry anyone, especially dad." I might be the best of the three of us, and that's not saying much.
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You just proved that you are not horrible at communicating. You did the listening half quite effectively.
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