Hey Dad, What do you think about your son now?

We all carry our demons with us. They live in our past, our present as we remember them. They take the form of regrets, unfulfilled aspirations, dreams long dead yet still remembered.

The classic example is Harry Chapin's "Cat in the Cradle". So many of us hear that song and see our fathers in it, but are we the sons who have left our fathers behind? Today I found myself there.

I have said before that my father and I did not have the smoothest of times in my growing up years. But does that excuse me not picking up the phone? My own daughter is less than three months from my arms, will I untie the ties that bind from her? I pray no, and fear yes. Every year Dad and I promise each other that we will go take in a ballgame, and here we are, the season days from being gone, and I haven't seen him in months.

"I'd love to see you, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"

I have broken my own heart.