Family Ties

Still in Pikeville. Tonight we rock!

I visited with a couple radio stations this morning. I totally don't mind doing press. I like to talk. A little too much, probably.


It was kinda weird to step back on the bus this morning, even though we've only been gone two days. I guess I'm not quite used to it yet. Mom and Serena leave on Friday. I'm bummed about it, but I know they'll be back. I'll miss them. Having Mom out on the road has been a blessing.

Dad called this morning. He wanted to know whether he can see me at the Portland show. He wants to see Missa too, but she's still not ready to talk with him, which I understand. But who knows? Maybe she'll have come to terms with the situation by then. I told him I'd call him in a couple days and give him my decision. Perhaps an hour or so wouldn't be too bad. Or perhaps it would. I don't know.

I know I've said it in the past, and I know it's dumb, but I feel like I need to keep what's left of this family together. Not together in the literal, geographical sense, but together in the sense that Serena might well decide in years to come that she wants answers, or simply to have a relationship with him, and I think I'd feel responsible if she couldn't because I hadn't bothered to keep contact available to her. She's young and he's still our father, you know? There's a good chance that she's gonna have something to say to him at some point. I don't know.

I love Dad, but I'll never be able to understand his behavior. And I'm not sure I'll ever be able to forgive it.