Don't mind at all. I'm not really sure to be honest, I'm in a weird sort of transitional stage in my life, realizing my age, the age of my family members and their health. My dad's smoked for damn near 35-36 years, is about to turn 55, is overweight, eats like shit and gets no exercise. Been realizing he's not going to be around forever and how much he as a person and what he's taught me as his son means to me. Not really problems between us, just circumstantial economic and financial events neither of us really have control over (we do but to change them it would require an unrealistic sequence of events he feels he's too old to change now) that lead to frequent bouts of depression. I feel like I can deal with that better than he can because I'm on the internet all the time reading about the world, this shit is affecting everyone, not just my family, and I think he feels like he's failed his family when it's actually the world, the system that's failed. It's a tough cycle, nobody expects their life to turn out like this.
I ran the gambit with my dad was lucky to be friends at the end. Mom died when I was very young so don't even remember her much. Never got along with the sister she was much older then me. She passed away a couple years back. I tell you it's strange to wake up and be the last one of your family alive. Well I was headed somewhere with this but not sure where.