Second-hand Lions

I spent most of the day alone.
It was great. I studied, and watched a movie I downloaded earlier this week. Oh, and I made my famous scrambled-eggs for lunch. The movie I saw was Second-hand lions. It's an old one, as my flatmate pointed out later, when he returned home with his gf. I've never heard about this movie before, but I really enjoyed it. It's about a boy, who gets left at his uncles for the summer. The boy was raised by his mother alone, and he slowly starts to like his uncles he never met before. He finds father figures, and his own personal heroes in them.
This movie made me realize how badly I need a father figure...
My grandfathers died when I was still little, and I barely speak with my father. He never calls me, and I don't call him either. I was mad at him so many times, when I was still a child, that I've forgotten how not-to hate him. He lives with us, he didn't left or anything, it's just that he's never home, he's never there, and even if he's there, he don't seem to care. I mean we can sit in a car together in silence for hours...
I love him though, I just don't want to be like him. He never was my role model... and I think I need one.