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I've been bringing myself up to speed on The Walking Dead. My friends have raved about the show for so long but I've put it off as zombies freak me out. They still do. Occasionally an episode will have a scene that sends me shrieking. I gotta start developing a manly scream.
It's been almost five months since he left my life... our lives. I think about him mostly before I sleep, when cogs are turning in my head, reflecting and reminiscing. I wonder if he's somewhere better, as my Mom would have me believe? Sometimes I imagine that he's watching over us on a large HDTV screen, eating his peanuts, and making corny jokes about what we do down here. Other times, I'd talk to him like we used to over the phone, updating him on my life. Is this how other people deal with it?
My Mom's coming over in a couple of weeks for Chinese New Year. It's going to be our first one without Dad, and will certainly be emotionally heavy for her. I always get two red packets every year to place under my pillow on New Year's Eve night. As a kid, you always get excited about how much your folks have given you; but as one gets older, the tradition is a comforting reminder that, yes, they are still here and that some things remain as they are. Reunion dinner is going to be a little sombre this year, but I hope somehow we manage to find a way to enjoy what we have in the present.
It's been almost five months since he left my life... our lives. I think about him mostly before I sleep, when cogs are turning in my head, reflecting and reminiscing. I wonder if he's somewhere better, as my Mom would have me believe? Sometimes I imagine that he's watching over us on a large HDTV screen, eating his peanuts, and making corny jokes about what we do down here. Other times, I'd talk to him like we used to over the phone, updating him on my life. Is this how other people deal with it?
My Mom's coming over in a couple of weeks for Chinese New Year. It's going to be our first one without Dad, and will certainly be emotionally heavy for her. I always get two red packets every year to place under my pillow on New Year's Eve night. As a kid, you always get excited about how much your folks have given you; but as one gets older, the tradition is a comforting reminder that, yes, they are still here and that some things remain as they are. Reunion dinner is going to be a little sombre this year, but I hope somehow we manage to find a way to enjoy what we have in the present.