It feels disingenuous, somehow, to skip writing on this day.  But I have to be honest – every time I try to write this post, it falls flat.  It ends up not sounding sincere or real.

I don’t feel I have the right to write about Kiran’s dad.  I never felt I did; I never felt it was up to me to slap my emotions onto him.  If I know one thing about life, it is this: Everyone’s experience is their own.  It is based on past experiences, one’s internal dialogue, the glasses tint through which we view the world around us.

It doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate the things Kiran’s dad brings to the table.  I do.  I acknowledge and appreciate them often, out loud, to him and others.

But it is a topic that holds too much pain for me, still.