I never got along with my father. He was a born again christian preacher. At the age of 16, I started developing my own thoughts and opinions on religion and questioned my own faith. Long story short, I rebelled against the church and my father.
I never talked to my father after I moved out of the house. When I was 21 he died of diabetes at 45. I never got to patch things up or talk to him. No father, son talk. At first, his death didn't bother me. Now, after 3 years since his death, I feel guilt. He never tried to talk to me and I never tried to talk to him. We were both stubborn.
I would at least give it a try with your father. If it doesn't work, at least you gave it a chance.
