Worst Birthday Ever...
Yesterday was my birthday but it wasn't a happy day. My dad is no longer in this world or among us & the details are still kinda sketchy. All I know is that I'm leaving in the morning to head to Redding, California to be with my family. We had a strainded relationship... Basically, we had no relationship for the last 5 years as he had become someone who wasn't my dad. It sucks because I keep thinking that we never had a chance to fix things but maybe that's the way it's supposed to be. Maybe a lesson comes from this, I don't know...
I'm excited about spending time with my family, especially my sister. I'm really starting to view the business of death differently at the moment. I really don't like the idea of a viewing which my mothers wants & the idea of having someone else plan the place & way you remember someone seems really strange to me. Not really sure why it didn't before but it does now.
" Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep." (Tempest)
I'm excited about spending time with my family, especially my sister. I'm really starting to view the business of death differently at the moment. I really don't like the idea of a viewing which my mothers wants & the idea of having someone else plan the place & way you remember someone seems really strange to me. Not really sure why it didn't before but it does now.
" Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep." (Tempest)
