A new era.
Ever since school's ended, I've hit a pretty big lul. My days are free, and I'm just working nights at the restaurant. Tom and I have been getting to spend more time together, and it's been good... really really good. As each day passes, and we talk and laugh, and even argue a little bit more, it really hits me how amazing he really is and how much he means to me. It's ironic how plans change, at such an unexpected time. Where I was all set to move out to Seattle, and had all my ducks in a row, all the sudden they flew the coop and all the plans changed. It's like my snowglobe was shook. It's just another testiment to how amazing life really is.
We got back from South FL on Wednesday, after spending three days with my father in the hospital. I have to say that I cried the hardest on Tuesday night when I get there and see my father wasted away to a mere 178lbs. A man whom once stood at 6'2 and 250, stronger than a bull, now in bed frail and weak. I sat at the end of his bed, trying to comfort him in a cold hospital room full of our family members blurting out random thoughts, all while trying to avoid the situation at hand. I think it got worse when he mustered up the energy to look up at me, tell me where he had a gun, and to come shoot him from all the pain, explaining he was done suffering. Needless to say, I walked down the hallway, Tom comforting me the whole time, in tears, just trying to make it outside before I broke down completely. They let him out of the hospital on Thursday, but he's just been home in bed since then. Thank you from the whole of my heart to everyone who's keeping him in their thoughts.
On to a brighter note, we'll be hanging out with a good buddy of mine, Alec, tomorrow for the forth. Lots of loud, and apparently illegal, fireworks, some bud and brews. Then again, when am I one to stick to the purely legal activities? It's just not my style. Happy 4th.
We got back from South FL on Wednesday, after spending three days with my father in the hospital. I have to say that I cried the hardest on Tuesday night when I get there and see my father wasted away to a mere 178lbs. A man whom once stood at 6'2 and 250, stronger than a bull, now in bed frail and weak. I sat at the end of his bed, trying to comfort him in a cold hospital room full of our family members blurting out random thoughts, all while trying to avoid the situation at hand. I think it got worse when he mustered up the energy to look up at me, tell me where he had a gun, and to come shoot him from all the pain, explaining he was done suffering. Needless to say, I walked down the hallway, Tom comforting me the whole time, in tears, just trying to make it outside before I broke down completely. They let him out of the hospital on Thursday, but he's just been home in bed since then. Thank you from the whole of my heart to everyone who's keeping him in their thoughts.
On to a brighter note, we'll be hanging out with a good buddy of mine, Alec, tomorrow for the forth. Lots of loud, and apparently illegal, fireworks, some bud and brews. Then again, when am I one to stick to the purely legal activities? It's just not my style. Happy 4th.