Here I lay in bed. Today is dads 58th birthday. My old man shuffling his feet along, changing everyday. Aged overnight just the way I pictured him 30 years from now. I imagined him more bald and even less hearing. The funny way we picture our parents and hope they make it to their 80's. It's not just the hopes and dreams we have for ourselves. We picture the way we wish our loved ones will be because like myself I think they will never die. Hell, my only set of grandparents are tooting along. They may not be what they were when I remembered grandpa retiring, or baking cookies with grandma. But even when their time comes I'll have a hard time letting go. Too many memories and even though they lived their life and retirement the best they could. I'm still going to picture grandpa in his recliner and grandma on the computer. I'm always going to be on their living room floor looking forward to Dateline or 20/20. I'm trying to find peace with the idea of cancer t...
Every human has a story that is told in their own words. Mine is an open journal into my world. Finding myself as an adult. Reflecting on my past and opening doors to the present and future. Finding my inner child while being an adult. Finding a reason to write, share and make every moment count as if this will be my last day on earth,