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.