I found out today that my dad has cancer. Via text message from my estranged brother, to my mother who then told me. No idea what kind, or how far along it is, nothing. Which is marginally annoying, the least he could've done was even just Facebook me.
But. I feel more bad that I'm not really that upset about it. My dad left when I was 3, I've seen him MAYBE once every two years since then. He was notorious for saying he'd come and visit, and never showing up, so eventually I just stopped caring. He tries, and he's my dad so I love him, but I feel no real attachment to him beyond that. It didn't help that he was and still is an alcoholic and was in and out of jail most of my life.
So I'm not upset about it. Honestly, once I moved I probably wouldn't ever see him again, because every time I'd come to visit, he'd say he'd be there and wouldn't show. It'll make no difference if he does end up dying. This makes me feel like awful though, because I mean, he's my dad, I should care right? Am I a terrible person?
Blegh. There's my vent for the day.