My dad has always been there for me no matter what. Today I couldn’t be there for him. Because I lived too far away, but I was able to get a hold of the my Grandma and tell her he was having a stroke. He’s stubborn, thinks he is invincible, and doesn’t realize how much we love him. He will never read this, because he never goes on the internet.
I was moody all day, worrying about my dad. Sending a search party out for him to make him go get help, something he doesn’t like to ask for.
So while everyone was feeling bad for the people hurt at the Boston Marathon bombings, which is an everyday thing in other countries, I was stressing about my father.
He is ok.
And I am damn lucky. Damn lucky.
I have more time with him. I get to see him grow to be a crabby, old man. Now if he will admit that, everything will be fine.
Ain’t gotta lie to kick it