August 03, 2011

A day to remember, or fear

Once again, August 3rd rolls around on the calendar and once again the emotions associated with this day toss me about like a scrap of paper on a windy day.

Ten years...has it been that long already? With all the crap that I dealt with in 2001, the most significant event was the passing of my Mother on this day. Damn, I miss you Mom...there are so many times I wish I could just hear once more from you that "Things will be allright."

Hopefully, I'll get a chance to visit my personal sanctuary in November and I'll give the Little Green Men a reminder of your own battles with them...and also hopefully, they'll give up a few coins in the process.

Three years...every single day I ponder how things could have gone differently. Maybe...one day I'll just quit beating my head against the wall and realize that it wasn't all my fault. But then...I really should read what I wrote above and think what happened in the past was not my fault. After all this time...you will reap what you sow...I will hold my head up.

I miss my kids...I really, really miss my kids...and yeah, the cats too. The kids lives are passing me by and I get only a glimpse of them on occasion. I just hope they are happy...they seem to be. I just hate being a person to visit every now and then, only being a Dad when the situation calls for it, or when they are instructed to "talk to me about it"...like a tool one pulls out of the toolchest, but only when needed or when someone else doesn't feel like dealing with the issue.

Forecast is calling for isolated storms today...I guess I better find something to hold on to.

Posted by mrchipper at August 3, 2011 08:25 AM
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