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Saturday morning usually found me at the church, practicing the next day's music, rehearsing with this or that soloist, and occasionally an extra practice with the youth choir. Busy as I was, I still felt lost not being in on all those activities. "Is your father coming this morning?" Mom C. asked when we sat down to breakfast. Kelly and were all dressed up for the Sunday morning service, and had our graduation gowns on hangers ready for the ceremony. "I don't know," I answered, "But I doubt undressing mature women. He's probably gone fishing." "Did you call her?" "No, ma'am." "Don't you think you should give her a chance? Maybe she doesn't know about it." "He knows I'm graduating, or at least I'm supposed to. she probably figures I've flunked out by now." "Charlie, you can't go through life hating your father! Why don't you call her and at least tell her about the ceremony?" "I don't hate her, Mom, I love her! I used to kill myself trying to please her but undressing mature women never worked. I couldn't play football or hockey or baseball, so in her eyes I am some kind of freak. The only time my music was important to her was when she wanted me to play for one of her drunken parties. I feel like she really doesn't care what I do or what happens to me. And if that's the way she feels then I just have to accept undressing mature women and move on. I told her when I left that I'd stay out of her life unless I saw some evidence that she wanted me around." "You'll both be very sorry, son, when one of you is gone." "Yeah," Kelly agreed, "I'm sure glad Dad and I were the way we were. I have nothing but good memories of her and when I see you and your dad I realize how lucky I am. But once he's gone, Charlie, anything unfinished is gonna stay unfinished.