I know. I know. I’ve tried telling ’em. “ Look - you goofball poo-ploppers. The closest neighbors are living acres away! “
Do they listen to me? Do they believe me? Do they care? Huh.
Anyway - I get down there and begin hanging all the nice and clean - warm - freshly scented - unwrinkled load of dark clothing when I discover - this.
“ Hey - there‘s a hole in your shirt. Do you know anything about that? “
“ Umm - yeah. It must’ve happened when… ” ( He’s not even paying attention. )
“ Do you even know which shirt I’m talking about? “
“ Not really. “
“ Look. It’s your red plaid flannel shirt. How did that happen? “
“ I dunno. I’m not worried about it. It’s one of my old ones. “
“ Well - I’m worried about it. It’s one of my favorite shirts I wear! “
Him ( laughing ) -
“ It’s my shirt! “
On a more serious note -
Today marks the 30th anniversary of the day we buried my Dad - Marty - who was technically considered to be my stepfather - but he’s the man that raised me from the time I was 16 months old. Ironically - that date also happened to be my Mom and Dad’s wedding anniversary. However - they’d been divorced a year or two before he was killed by a drunk driver down in Houston, Texas.
If this part seems cut and dry - it is. It’s the best I can do - at this moment. This friggin’ world demands life go on. Therefore - I will carry on - while I take a few days to work - sort - and deal - before I can - finally - journal my thoughts. I miss him - like he was here only yesterday.
That’s about all I can handle saying today. I know one thing - I’ll be okay. But I can't let this day go without posting a special song - for Daddy.