glad tidings

It's hard to see your father cry. I have only witnessed it twice; once when we buried his mother, and the other time, when I was really sick. Last night was the third time. And listening to the choked up sobs and snot blowing over a cell phone makes it so---surreal. I just sat there--not sure what to say.

The court date is set for Monday, December 20; the day after my birthday, the day after my babe will spend with her other family celebrating Christmas. The judge would not waive the court fee, so I have to find the cash to pay for that as well.

After a long talk, the longest talk I have ever had with my dad, he passed the phone to my mom and she asked, "Well, should I get him a Christmas present?"
I don't know mom. I don't know.