Oh, you know, there comes a point

When there's no way to know what

To say anymore, and here we are.

If you misinterpreted my not going

To visit our dying father as me not

Caring, then you've not listened again.

The only reason I didn't go was to

Not cause him distress at such a time

Considering he didn't express the wish

And we haven't been in contact for

Over twenty years; you've missed

The important parts, but that's usual.

So fed up of your judgemental attitude,

You throw me in an impossible position

And back out to find out if it's our father's wish.

Obviously, you know how difficult

The situation is if you can't ask him yourself

For fear he'll react badly and you'll have to deal.

So come on, give me a damn break.

The circumstances weren't correct for me

To show up at this stage of his life without an invite.

Can you imagine if I had?  I perfectly can.

Don't tell me it didn't cross your mind

What such a meeting would have looked like.

It seemed to me to be an unkind thing to do,

He was confused, incoherent 'cause of the tumor,

So causing any sort of shock didn't feel advised.

So don't make my decision into something it's not.

Of course I care, maybe not 'cause he's our father,

But he's a human being dying, I can't not care about that.

Gah, how you're getting on my nerves.