But seriously Dad stopped talking to me and I followed suit. That was about 2 years ago. I missed him at first and worried about missing out on what little time he had left.

I eventually realized that I was missing something that no longer existed. My Dad either never was what I thought or became something I didn’t want in my life.

So I buried him. This way I can preserve what good memories I had and learn to live life without that relationship.

Make Thanksgiving seance themed!

I he’d a funeral for the one that went MAGA in my mind. I gave a great eulogy. All my favorite food was served at the meal following the wake. Easily in my top 10 funerals.

You are not your job, you’re not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

But seriously… it sounds like you were letting the outside world define you. Maybe use the silence to try to define yourself from the inside out?

What do you want to fill the silence?