chevyblaze87

So I saw my dad again. First time since Oct of last year I believe. Its really not the best of relationships that we have. He is homeless and living out of his car again. There are reasons that prevent me from helping him anymore. I cant really help those that don't actively seek help. As much as I despise everything has done and what he has allowed himself to become, I can't but help feel bad for him. He doesn't look very good. His teeth, the ones he still has are in terrible shape. His walk is much more of a limp. I have no idea how he is still around since he has not been able to his heart medication. There were times tonight while talking to him I wanted to breakdown. We talked while I replaced a couple tires on his car, mini-motor home as he puts it. I didn't not seem like they were topics of great discussion, we just caught up on what has happened to us lately. I told him about all my little projects on my truck. I really felt like he was proud of what his son has done. He gave me a few things that he had been saving for me. He also has some more things to bring me later, and I have a few things for him that I forgot this time. Here is what hurts the most. I have no way of keeping in touch with him. I don't when the next time I will see him is. Tonight could very well be the last time I see him. Now granted every time you say goodbye to someone it may be the last but the clock in his life seems to be moving quicker then others. I got home tonight and realized that there was more that I wanted to tell him. Now I don't know how I can do that.