serving no useful purpose; having no excuse for being

Jun 02, 2006 11:48

It's been a really strange couple of days. Important people know basically how crazy my dad has been lately.. not the kind of crazy that just embarasses me, or pisses me off.. the kind of crazy that makes me worry.

Today he woke up before 3. He got dressed despite the probability of him not going anywhere. Today he looks healthier, like he has a purpose, despite the known truth. Life becomes a horrible drag when you start feeling like you don't have a reason. I mean, as poor an excuse work is for a reason to get up in the morning, at least it's something. I don't think he realized how much he held onto that before he retired. What a strange thing to go through... today he seems optimistic, though. Today feels warm.

It hurts to say "don't let the world get you down" because you'll always feel guilty after the words come out. So what do you do to cheer anyone up?

You can make a call. You can get really drunk. You can buy a present. You can write a poem. You can exist as their purpose.

That's me! I am my father's reason, and for all the pressure and all the frustration, nothing makes me happier than to give him a reason to stick around and tell jokes.

Yeah. Today feels warm.
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