I’ve been thinking about my relationship with my dad a lot recently. Not really sure why, but it’s been on my mind more than usual. My parents were divorced when I was very young, so I lived with my mom and visited my dad whenever possible. I didn’t get to see him as much as I would’ve liked as a kid, and I remember not being happy about that when I was younger, but I also remember all the good memories we had together. He wasn’t always around, but only because the situation didn’t really work out like that. But he’s always been a good dad, and was always there for me. And to this day, he still is.
Posts Tagged “Reflection”I know it’s been a long time since my last update, so let me first apologize for my absence and promise to try harder to be more present on my blog. I’ve had tons of things happen over the past few months that should’ve been written about, but I just couldn’t bring myself to sit down and hash it out. But a few weeks ago, while I was browsing the news feed on Facebook, I saw someone that I went to middle school with had posted a link to an obituary. When I clicked the link and read the obituary, I realized it was someone I had gone to school with all those years ago, and I just read the article in shock. Another year passes by, and another approaches just around the riverbend…I mean the corner. I’ve had some serious ups and downs this year, but looking around I know that lots of other people have too. I can’t pretend that my life was awful and that “2009 was the worst year ever” like I’ve heard so many times in the past few days. With social networking being what it is, Facebook and Twitter have been teeming with all the same-old-same-old colloquialisms about how this year was just awful and that hopefully next year will be better. But these are the same people who said the exact same thing last year, and will say the same next year. I had a mix of good and bad, but I won’t forget either to favor the other. Sometimes when I walk past a mirror, I actually do a double-take at the face staring back at me. I see my face, and I stare as if looking at a stranger. When I lock eyes with myself, I still see a little boy. I see the teenager who had no idea where his life was going, or how he was going to make it on his own. And the boy in the mirror looks back at me and seems to ask if I’m doing it right, living up to the ideal of what he thought it would be like. Things have been crazy the past couple months. When I started this blog, I told myself I’d be updating all the time, but as you can see by the date of my last entry, this hasn’t worked out too well as of late. Allow me to explain. I was laid off from my job of almost 3 years at the end of December, I’m under pressure at school to maintain an A average in a class where a C is something to be prayed for, my car has required almost $1000 in repairs, and I’ve done it all without the friend I thought I’d always have at my side. The only bright spot in all this has been Keith. It’s nice to know that even when we both have horrible days, we’re always there for each other at the end of it all to sit with and talk and just enjoy the company. I don’t know how I got by without him in the past. |
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