a bit teary eyed...

Jan 15, 2004 21:17

Growing up, he wasn't always around because he had to work all the time. And now i only get to see him on weekends when he has a chance to visit. I fear I don't know who he is. Just some stranger who comes to visit now and then. He loves me so much more than I know, than I could probably believe.

My father is a simple man now. In his prime he was quite the adventure seeker...quite the risk taker. Many friends people he could trust, count on talk to. Now however his days consist of working from 6:30 to 5 only to return to a one bedroom shack in San Jose far from the only people he has left-his family. He calls and I blow him off a lot...like he'll always be there-but he won't.

I just finished helping install a new television my dad bought. He seems to really like it-he's happy and stuff. He told me about all the features it had the whole car-ride both to and from the store. He was definitely excited. It made me get teary eyed cause i hardly ever see him and i dont think i've ever seen him happy.

This incident brought to my attention a couple points inevitable in life.

As we get older we lose friends, or at least the bonds weaken. Rountine plays culprit to a murdered spirit. Call it growing old, growing apart, or just plain growing up, it makes me sad that there will come a time when I will no longer smile. A time when all you have is the people in your life, and you won't have them anymore.

I think we all take for granted many of the people in our lives-both good and bad-they shape who we are and that which we are to become. This is a double edged sword I fear as there are certain people to which we give too much credit while leaving others unappreciated.

I ask whomever reads this to ask themselves the question as follows: If you were to die tomorrow, who would you talk to, what would you tell them, and why havent you said anything already-we arent promised tomorrow.
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