When were you going to tell me?

It's been awhile since I wrote anything on this. I started part-time work last week at Chick-fil-A, and Sandy and I have set a wedding date: March 21, 2010, at the Fort Worth Botanic Gardens. While that's all good information to send your way, I was presented with a twist this morning, and I needed to share it with others.

I received an email this morning from my mother. She was forwarding a message my dad had sent to her. They've been divorced for years, so they don't communicate very often. He was telling her that one of my cousins was killed in an accident recently. The part that bothers me is that this was the first I'd heard of it. That's right. My dad chose not to notify me directly.

We've never been a very close family, but I thought that I would rate higher and be told more directly. So now I'm sitting here trying to overcome my feelings of grief and frustration over the message and means. Am I being unreasonable? Am I getting upset over nothing? I honestly don't know! Please leave comments to help me process this.

I'm still building the emotional strength to contact my father about this. I appreciate your prayers.