Blast from MY past.....
wow did I ever get one hell of a blast from the past..... My mom was looking through a box and found a whole bunch of old pictures from when i was little. Like they're are some of my grandma before she died when we went to Disney World in Florida. I remember alot of that from only being four at the time. its one of my best memories i've ever had...one of my only good memories. And theres also pictures of when i was a baby while my dad was still around. i dont remember many of the good times from when i was really young...i just remember my mom and dad fighting then all of a sudden he's gone and with someone else. and i'm supposed to call this new woman my step mom and i didn't understand. heh i can rememeber wishing my mom and dad would get back together.oh did i ever wish they would. all i wanted when i was little was my dad to come home and for everything to be as normal as it could be. after my dad got married i can remember sitting there crying, wanting my dad back so bad. i would cry for hours upon hours for him. but i still cry for him? but why? why would i cry for someone that no longer cares about his daughter that he didn't even know about until she was born? i know i should just say fuck him and forget it but he has this habit to come into my life and act like he's going to make it up and call and make dates for me to come and visit. and then he calls about once a month for 2 or 3 months and then just loses all contact again. why do i keep falling for it? after he's done it countless times since i was yo young to understand? but yet i still cry for him, it doesn't make sense. whats wrong with me? why the hell would i cry for HIM....
the sad thing is that for every happy memory i have comes a bad one with it. My dad has a good memory then a bunch of bad ones. My grandma alot of good ones and then alot of bad ones from when my mom and i were with her at the hospital when she had cancer before she died. my friends back home and then me moving away from them and slowly but surly losing them as distance and time take they're effects. Distance and time are one of my biggest mortal enemies, they ruin families and friendships alike.
shay
the sad thing is that for every happy memory i have comes a bad one with it. My dad has a good memory then a bunch of bad ones. My grandma alot of good ones and then alot of bad ones from when my mom and i were with her at the hospital when she had cancer before she died. my friends back home and then me moving away from them and slowly but surly losing them as distance and time take they're effects. Distance and time are one of my biggest mortal enemies, they ruin families and friendships alike.
shay