Am I ready?

Since staring my blog the overwhelming feeling of wanting some answers from my father has been ever present. I don’t know exactly the questions I want to ask yet, though. Of course some of the what, when, how and where questions, but other than that I am not sure. Knowing me I would probably create a list of them, but I don’t want it to seem like an interrogation. I also hope that the conversation can be open and honest, because that is the part that stresses me the most. I fear that a less than sincere conversation will split an already delicate relationship irreparably apart. Maybe that is why all these years I have left this topic on the shelf.

I keep telling myself that I am open to exploring this unknown part of my life. I keep telling myself that this will bring me the closure I need. I keep telling myself that I can do this. I keep telling myself to do this….will I have the courage to. Am I ready? Is the real question.