You know you're Catholic, right?

Went to see my dad today.
His bday was yesterday.
So, drove to his eversofarhouse.
In non poverty neighborhoods.
Where the streets have names and then some.
Yada, yada.
And he gave me breakfast.
Told me my uncle, his brother passed away in 1985.
Now, I really never knew my uncle Joey.
Joseph.
I remember meeting him when I was 5.
He had long curly/wavy golden hair, was tanned.
Bright eyes and smiles, I do remember that.
I remember his kindness, unlike my uncle David, who is I won't go into it.
Anyway, my uncle Joey had an alcohol problem.
It ruled his life sadly.
So sadly.
He was living on the streets of San Francisco for years.
My poor dad wanted to help him, but he didn't want it.
Homeless and one of those drunken men you see that smell and talk out loud.
My brother found out about his death on the internet.
At least we know.
Although my dad won't tell his mom, I don't know why.
So, after that sad news my dad asks me what church I go to.
I told him I wasn't at the moment, but usually some nondenominational.
And then he tells me...
"You know you're Catholic, right?"

Am I?
I was baptized into the Catholic church.
Had my first communion.
Was confirmed.
My mom seems to think I am not, because she won't let me have communion in her church.
And she is Catholic.
So, what am I?
To my dad, a Catholic.
To my mom, a Christian, non Catholic.
To me?
I don't know. I thought I knew.
So much has happened I won't go into.
I am so sad to admit it.
In time again, I hope to know it.
I believe in God.
I believe in His love.
I believe He is perfect.
I want to see His smile in heaven.
Sometimes, I do.