Luck of the Father
So it appears that I have my father's luck. As in, it sucks. Every time it seems as though things are going my way--PIZOW! Not any more! I know the Universe balances itself, but can't the good karma last just a little while before bad things happen?
Case in point, I was doing well at work, I'd found a seemingly great friend with whom to share things, I had my second car, I moved into a house, I got a puppy, I was making very decent money. So I on my way to work one day and BLAM! I'm T-boned at the very intersection before work. Hot damn. Two days later, my dad calls: "Oh, Sherry and I have decided not to have a wedding and we're just going to the court house this afternoon." Oh, wow. My dad is getting married without me. Nothing hurts worse to me than when some I love cuts me from their life. Their big monumental occasions that will forever be marked down in personal history, and I'm not allowed to be there.
I also have my father's luck in love. He taught me to love deeply--otherwise there is no point. And those you love, you lay your life down for them. And you tell them. So if for some reason you never see that person again, they knew. And you knew that they knew. No regrets. At least not where your heart lies. And home is where the heart is. My home smells like sunshine. Of course I haven't smelled sunshine for a while. But I remember how it made me feel, smelling sunshine. So warm and inviting, something you wanted to roll in and carry with you.
Patience is supposed to be a virtue, but when a body has no idea when the time comes that it expires, how can one be patient?
Case in point, I was doing well at work, I'd found a seemingly great friend with whom to share things, I had my second car, I moved into a house, I got a puppy, I was making very decent money. So I on my way to work one day and BLAM! I'm T-boned at the very intersection before work. Hot damn. Two days later, my dad calls: "Oh, Sherry and I have decided not to have a wedding and we're just going to the court house this afternoon." Oh, wow. My dad is getting married without me. Nothing hurts worse to me than when some I love cuts me from their life. Their big monumental occasions that will forever be marked down in personal history, and I'm not allowed to be there.
I also have my father's luck in love. He taught me to love deeply--otherwise there is no point. And those you love, you lay your life down for them. And you tell them. So if for some reason you never see that person again, they knew. And you knew that they knew. No regrets. At least not where your heart lies. And home is where the heart is. My home smells like sunshine. Of course I haven't smelled sunshine for a while. But I remember how it made me feel, smelling sunshine. So warm and inviting, something you wanted to roll in and carry with you.
Patience is supposed to be a virtue, but when a body has no idea when the time comes that it expires, how can one be patient?