Gender: Female
Status: Single
Age: 41
Sign: Libra
City: Knoxville
Country: US
Signup Date: 8/14/2005
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Thursday, December 31, 2009
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Current mood:  nostalgic
Category: Life
Another year has come & gone. This year, I have lost the two most important people in my life--my father & my niece. I miss them terribly, but their love will always be there as a shining beacon to remind me of what's really important in this world. I have cried with old friends, reconnected with lost friends, and made new friends. I have given up one-sided relationships. I have traveled to beautiful parts of the world. I have laughed until my sides hurt. I have smiled until my cheeks hurt. I have cried until my heart filled up with sorrow and nearly drowned me. I have been hurt, lied to, used, and bruised, but I am not bitter about these things. They are part of life. I have released grudges, held onto memories, danced under the stars, cradled life in my hands, and learned to let go. I have lost, I have won, I have been right, and I have been wrong. I have forgiven and been forgiven. I have watched miracles unfold in the form of great people who have come into my life for various reasons. I have been blessed beyond measure and have tried to be a blessing to others. For all these things, I am grateful, because without pain, we could not know happiness. Without sorrow, we could not know joy. Without bad days, we could not appreciate our blessings. French philosopher, Rene' Descartes, once said, "I think, therefore I am." Considering what I've witnessed this year, I believe I'll change that to, "I love, therefore I am." Because when I look back on my life, that will be the thing I treasure most--my reason for being.
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Monday, December 21, 2009
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Current mood:  contemplative
Category: Friends
My best friend of 26 years is an alcoholic. And I hate that, because he’s killing my best friend. However, I have had enough time to process his addiction and I have drawn this conclusion. Drinking is what he does. It’s not who he is. In 26 years, he’s been a real friend. He is one of the most loyal, responsible, trustworthy, intelligent, caring, generous, thoughtful, patient, understanding, ethical men I have ever known in my life. I know what you’re thinking. How can an alcoholic be responsible? Simple. It’s who he is. He doesn’t go out & drive when he drinks. He goes to work every day. He’s never late nor does he miss work. He pays his bills on time. He is financially responsible. Who he is as a person is not defined by what he chooses to do to himself. The same cannot be said for all alcoholics or addicts of any kind, but I think it is important to see a person for who he is rather than what he does. I know people who don’t drink at all, but they are irresponsible. It’s who they are. To me, it’s the same as someone saying, “I am a waitress” or “I am a runner.” That’s what they do. It’s not who they are. To get to know someone, you have to get to know them on a deeper level. I get very ill at people who judge others based on what they see on the surface and I’m quick to call them out on it. I wonder if the ones who are judging don’t see something in themselves they dislike in that person? I also wonder if they have ever taken the time to sit down with the person they are judging and ask them why they do the things they do—rationally, human being to human being, and actually care about what the answer is. Because there is always a reason why people do the things they do. It may not seem logical on the surface, but when you get to the root of the problem, there’s a better chance of solving it. Some people never ask themselves why they do the things they do. And that’s a shame. So is judging a book by its cover. If you really want to know what’s inside, you have to go in and find out. In life, you eventually learn that you get out of it what you put into it—your career, your education, your family, your friendships, your marriage—everything. If you put your care, your heart, your soul, your happiness into everything you do, I think you’ll find you get that and so much more in return. Don’t waste it on the people or things that aren’t worth your time and attention. Because life is short and there’s a lot of ground to cover. So put your time and energy into the things that are worth it. Keep the things worth keeping. Let everything else go.
Those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
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Friday, December 18, 2009
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Current mood:  contemplative
Category: Life
I was driving home from Nashville the other day (after 2 hours of sleep) and started thinking about the holidays & other things. I knew this would be a rough holiday season without Daddy. So, crying every day this past week didn't really surprise me. I have heard it said that people generally get into a relationship around the holidays because they don't want to spend them alone. That's not the case with me, though. I find that I am pushing more and more people away instead. Some for good reason. I think I figured out that I have lost the most important person in my life. But, instead of trying to replace him, I have made a decision to stand on my own two feet--to see what I'm made of. And this is the conclusion I have drawn:
Inside of me, there are (at least) two personalities. One is this beautiful child with a heart of gold. She's giggly, fun, curious, sweet, loving, caring, looks at the world with wide-eyed wonder, and still believes people are basically good. She loves to help people. She's gullible, trusting, forgiving, generous to a fault, thoughtful, playful, naive, witty, smart, & creative. The other is a warrioress who guards this little princess. She is protective, territorial, vindictive and vengeful if necessary, strong-willed, fierce, crafty, nurturing, and would fight someone to the death if he tried to harm her inner child.
This has been the dilemma all my life. I am my own best friend--my inner child's mother. If anyone tries to manipulate, harm, deceive, or break my inner child's spirit, the bitch takes over and throws them against the wall. If a man is to love me, he will have to understand both of these women and protect both of them. Despite the strength of the warrioress, both of these women are as fragile as hand-blown glass--easily breakable, vulnerable, and sensitive. The man who holds the key to my heart will have to go through me to find the lock. And I'll be damned if I give up the location to someone who doesn't deserve it.
Daddy always said, "Doll, not everyone deserves your love." I think I finally know what he meant by that. Or maybe I've always known and now I have just decided to do something about it. No one will ever stand in the way of my happiness, but if I find one who's willing to be on my side through thick and thin, maybe, just maybe, I'll trust him with what I hold sacred. And if there's no such person, then at least I have me. And I know that, just like Daddy, I'll never let me down. If you constantly find yourself saying, "With friends like these, who needs enemies?" you either need to get better friends or start learning to love yourself. Because you can never love anyone else until you have mastered that.
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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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Current mood:  imaginative
Category: Romance and Relationships
I should have kissed you while I was in your arms before you walked away. But stubbornness, independence, & pride always seemed to get in my way.
I should have told you I missed your smile whenever you weren't near. Now, I'd give most anything just to have you here.
I should have grabbed your hand when you offered it to me instead of pushing you aside. When I said you needed someone else, the truth is that I lied.
I should have told you that you were my rock when I was drowning in it. I should have spent more time with you & savored every minute.
I should have given you my heart, but I was too afraid. If I had told you all these things, maybe you would have stayed.
Perhaps things could have been different, but they are what they are instead. My past is littered with a trail of tears & the things I should have said.
11/24/09
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Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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Current mood:  amused
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
These great questions and answers are from the days when ' Hollywood Squares' game show responses were spontaneous, not scripted, as they are now. Peter Marshall was the host asking the questions, of course.. Q. Paul, what is a good reason for pounding meat? A. Paul Lynde: Loneliness! (The audience laughed so long and so hard it took up almost 15 minutes of the show!) Q. Do female frogs croak? A. Paul Lynde: If you hold their little heads under water long enough. Q. If you're going to make a parachute jump, at least how high should you be? A. Charley Weaver: Three days of steady drinking should do it. Q. True or False, a pea can last as long as 5,000 years. A. George Gobel: Boy, it sure seems that way sometimes. Q. You've been having trouble going to sleep. Are you probably a man or a woman? A. Don Knotts: That's what's been keeping me awake.
Q. According to Cosmopolitan, if you meet a stranger at a party and you think that he is attractive, is it okay to come out and ask him if he's married?
A.. Rose Marie: No, wait until morning. Q. Which of your five senses tends to diminish as you get older? A. Charley Weaver: My sense of decency.. Q. In Hawaiian, does it take more than three words to say 'I Love You'? A. Vincent Price: No, you can say it with a pineapple and a twenty.. Q. What are 'Do It,' 'I Can Help,' and 'I Can't Get Enough'? A. George Gobel: I don't know, but it's coming from the next apartment. Q. As you grow older, do you tend to gesture more or less with your hands while talking? A. Rose Marie: You ask me one more growing old question Peter, and I'll give you a gesture you'll never forget. Q. Paul, why do Hell's Angels wear leather? A. Paul Lynde: Because chiffon wrinkles too easily. Q. Charley, you've just decided to grow strawberries. Are you going to get any during the first year? A.. Charley Weaver: Of course not, I'm too busy growing strawberries. Q. In bowling, what's a perfect score? A. Rose Marie: Ralph, the pin boy. Q. It is considered in bad taste to discuss two subjects at nudist camps. One is politics, what is the other? A. Paul Lynde: Tape measures. Q. During a tornado, are you safer in the bedroom or in the closet? A. Rose Marie: Unfortunately Peter, I'm always safe in the bedroom. Q. Can boys join the Camp Fire Girls? A. Marty Allen: Only after lights out. Q.. When you pat a dog on its head he will wag his tail. What will a goose do? A. Paul Lynde: Make him bark? Q. If you were pregnant for two years, what would you give birth to? A. Paul Lynde: Whatever it is, it would never be afraid of the dark. Q. According to Ann Landers, is there anything wrong with getting into the habit of kissing a lot of people? A. Charley Weaver: It got me out of the army. Q. It is the most abused and neglected part of your body, what is it? A. Paul Lynde: Mine may be abused, but it certainly isn't neglected. Q. Back in the old days, when Great Grandpa put horseradish on his head, what was he trying to do? A. George Gobel: Get it in his mouth. Q. Who stays pregnant for a longer period of time, your wife or your elephant? A. Paul Lynde: Who told you about my elephant? Q. When a couple have a baby, who is responsible for its sex? A. Charley Weaver: I'll lend him the car, the rest is up to him Q. Jackie Gleason recently revealed that he firmly believes in them and has actually seen them on at least two occasions. What are they? A. Charley Weaver: His feet. Q. According to Ann Landers, what are two things you should never do in bed? A. Paul Lynde: Point and laugh
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Saturday, October 31, 2009
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Current mood:  evil
Category: Parties and Nightlife
Bob Redding: I, ah... I can only play G-rated movies. Elvira: Oh well, there's nothing wrong with G-rated movies, as long as there's lots of sex and violence. Chastity Pariah: I don't know who you are or where you came from but you most certainly don't fit in this town. Why, you don't even fit in that dress. Elvira: Listen sister, if I want your opinion, I'll beat it out of you. Elvira: Bloody Mary. Bartender: No hard liquor served past eight o'clock. Do you want a virgin? Elvira: Maybe, but, ah... I'll have a couple of drinks first. Mrs. Morissey: Oh Mister Talbot, your sister was like a mother to me. Vincent Talbot: She was a mother to me too, dear. Well, now that we've dispensed with the obligatory display of bereavement, you may begin the proceedings, Mister Bigelow. Patty: Seems to me it's all this cheap little tart's fault. Elvira: Cheap. Who are you callin' cheap? What's that perfume you're wearing, catch of the day? Vincent Talbot: I must apologize for my behavior in the office, it's just that your appearance was a bit of a shock to me. Elvira: It's OK. My appearance is kind of a shock to everybody. Elvira: Revenge is better than Christmas. Bob Redding: How's your head? Elvira: I haven't had any complaints yet. Chastity Pariah: Well, if she's morally unfit, then we have every right to do anything we can to get her out of this town. Are we agreed? Mr. Clotter: I never laid a hand on those sheep, so help me. Elvira: I have seen the People's Court. I'm entitled to one phone call and a strip search. Elvira: Grab a tool and start banging. Elvira: And don't forget, tomorrow we're showing the head with two things... I mean the thing with two heads. Elvira: Yeah, I'll do it for fifty bucks. Bob Redding: No, you didn't. Elvira: Well, it is a pot luck. And believe me, when they open that pot they're gonna need all the luck they can get. Chastity Pariah: Boy am I a horn dog. Is this face taken? Elvira: And if they ever ask about me, tell them I was more than just a great set of boobs. I was also an incredible pair of legs. And tell them... tell them that I never turned down a friend. I... never turned down a stranger for that matter. And tell them... tell them that when all is said and done, I only ask that people remember me by two simple words. [ Stops to think] Elvira: Any two, as long as they're simple. [ breaks down crying] Bob Redding: Well, at least you still have the ring. Elvira: Yeah, but now all I can make it do is look cheap. Elvira: What is there to do for fun around here? Robin Meeker: This town isn't big on fun. But there is one place! The bowling alley. It gets pretty wild on league night. Elvira: Gee, I think I can handle it. Mrs. Meeker: Ok, but I want payment up front. I know what you heavy metal weirdos do to hotel rooms. I read all about it in the Star. Earl Hooter: The name's Earl, but the ladies back home call me Longhorn, maybe you can guess why. Elvira: Gee, I dont know, does it have anything to do with your breath? Mrs. Meeker: Leslie was the one covering people in apple butter. I was just an innocent on-licker. Chastity Pariah: He had his way with me in broad daylight. Calvin Cobb: Me? You could have worn out a mechanical bull. Bob Redding: You know what your problem is? Chastity Pariah. Elvira: Oh. I thought that cleared up. Anchorwoman: Is there anything that could possibly shame you? Elvira: Yeah, [ flicks anchorwoman's scarf] Elvira: wearing this out in public might do it. Manny: If you don't cough up the money the only showroom you'll be seeing will have Toyotas in it. Elvira: I didn't know I had a good aunt, let alone a great one. Cop: Do you know you were doing fifty in a twenty five miles per hour zone? Elvira: No, but if you hum a few bars I'll fake it. Lesley Meeker: We do have a room. Remember the trucker with the bad skin checked out yesterday? Elvira: I hope you changed the sheets. Elvira: My name's Elvira but you can call me 'tonight'. Chastity Pariah: Well, I never. Elvira: Yeah, and you never will with those soup cans on your head. Vincent Talbot: The charge, my fellow council members, is witchcraft. Vincent Talbot: He who holds the book of sight, when the moon is drained of all its light, will then be ruler of the night, Master of the Dark. Vincent Talbot: I'll get you and your little dog, too. Chastity Pariah: Please, I don't think we need to resort to name calling. I think what Calvin is trying to say is that this Elvira is person of easy virtue, a purveyor of pulchritude, a one-woman Sodom and Gomorrah, if you will. A slimy, slithering succubus, a concubine, a street walker, a tramp, a slut, a cheap whore. Patty: Trash does not compete with class. Billy: I am so sure. They're gonna kill Spider-Man with plutonium? He's GOT radioactive blood! Bob Redding: I run the movie house. Elvira: Oh, really? I'm in movies too! Have you ever shown, uh, "I Married Satan"? Bob Redding: No... Elvira: How about the sequel, "I Married Satan 2"?
[ Elvira is late for the reading of her aunt's will] Elvira: Hey guys! Sorry I'm late, but then, so is my aunt. Earl Hooter: Sounds like your looking to get yourself fired little lady. Elvira: Yeah, go ahead and fire me. I need this job like a leper needs a three-way mirror! Elvira: Hey, nice jacket. Who shot the couch? Earl Hooter: [ Grabbing Elvira's breasts] It's milkin' time! Bob Redding: Patty... you're not a very nice person!
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Monday, October 26, 2009
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Current mood:  amused
Category: Romance and Relationships
Here are some new, creative answers I have come up with to the "Why are you still single?" question:
1. My other personalities won't let me talk to strangers. 2. I still wet the bed. 3. I'll start dating again when he gets out of prison. 4. No one up here wants to date an Alabama fan. 5. My victims keep complaining about bite marks in their necks. 6. I'm still trying to decide which sex I really want to be... 7. They only let me out of the asylum on Tuesdays & it's hard to schedule dates on a week night. 8. WHAT?!? I'm SINGLE?!? When did that happen? 9. My rottweiler keeps eating my dates. 10. Because I keep popping in & out of an alternate universe through a worm hole. I'm in. I'm out. I'm in. I'm out. 11. Because I have Tourette's, DAMN IT! (Ok, that one might be a little too close to the truth. LOL) 12. I'm waiting for him to return from the dead to avenge my sacred honor. (That one made me giggle.) 13. Most guys don't like to play with my dolls.
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Friday, July 10, 2009
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Current mood:  amused
Category: Romance and Relationships
This is what happens when a) you piss me off and b) I have way too much time on my hands. LOL I have included the original Patsy Cline version and lyrics along with my own. Enjoy!
She’s Got You lyrics by Patsy Cline
I've got your picture that you gave to me And it's signed "with love," just like it used to be The only thing different, the only thing new I've got your picture, she's got you
I've got the records that we used to share And they still sound the same as when you were here The only thing different, the only thing new, I've got the records, she's got you
I've got your memory, or has it got me? I really don't know, but I know it won't let me be
I've got your class ring; that proved you cared And it still looks the same as when you gave it dear The only thing different, the only thing new I've got these little things, she's got you
I’ve Got You (Sung in the same style, but with my own unique touch. LOL)
I’ve got the shovel that you gave to me, Threw her in the hole, so that she couldn’t breathe. The only thing different, the only thing new, She’s out of the picture, I’ve got you.
We’re having sex in the bed that you used to share, There’s much more room in it without her here, The only thing different, the only thing new, She’s six feet under, I’ve got you.
She can have your memory, since you have me. I really don’t care since she wouldn’t just let us be.
She stole the bracelet that proved I cared, Guess she couldn’t stand it that you like me, dear. The only thing different, the only thing new, Buried her with the butcher block, & I’ve got you.
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Thursday, June 04, 2009
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Current mood:  blessed
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
Got an e-mail from Deanna yesterday. This is it: this is deanna. Jess isn't doing very well. The doctors don't want to do any more chemo because her body is to weak. So we don't have many options. They said we could do a couple things that might help with pain, however at this point they don't think there will ever be a cure. If you want to come out I would sometime in the near future. I wish I knew more but I don't. She is in a lot of pain. I just want to be with her. Sorry I didn't take your call, but jessy needs a lot of attention. Sorry! Deanna
So, Mom goes & talks to Lee, my brother. This is the same brother who missed my grandmother's funeral. The same brother who wouldn't come see Daddy during his last days & didn't go to his funeral. The same brother who called the cops on me for trespassing on his property when I took Jessy's letter and pictures to him when she was first diagnosed with cancer. The same brother who hasn't seen his only daughter since she was 3 and is now dying of cancer. The same brother who sent my mother's Christmas gifts back to her "Refused" from the post office. I could go on & on, but I think the point has been made. Obviously, after he didn't show up for Daddy, I gave up on him. Everyone else called him & told him when Daddy died. Not me. I would have decked him if he'd shown up at Daddy's funeral. Mom got 4 white roses to put atop Daddy's casket spray--one for her, Jessy, me, & Lee. I argued with her about the 4th rose, but let her have her way. She told me, "You never give up on your children." I said, "Let God believe He can change Lee, then, because I can't keep on believing it. But, I will keep on praying for him." The truth is, though, even though I prayed for Lee, I never really believed he would come around. I keep hearing the words of Charles in "Diary of a Mad Black Woman" when he was repeating something his wife told him, "God always has the power to show you that He is God." Mom called me this morning to tell me that Lee's flying out with us Saturday to go see Jessy. It's going to be very hard for me to forgive him for the pain he has caused our family, but hate has gotten us nowhere. When I told Daddy he was terminal, he said, "I just wish Lee would have come around." I said, "Daddy, it's not because you were a bad parent. He's just a bad kid." Daddy said, "No. Lee is not a bad kid. He's just messed up right now." The last time Lee came back, Daddy welcomed him with open arms. I'm now faced with the same task of swallowing my pride and anger and doing the same by Saturday. I don't think we realize how much being stubborn hurts our loved ones. I don't think we have any clue how much our pride hurts us. I don't think we can truly heal from anything unless we learn how to forgive--ourselves & other people. I could be very angry at Lee for a lot of reasons & I would have every right to be. But, I've lost enough family. I've lost enough time with them. I've wasted a lot of years being mad. Shame on me for not trusting that God could change his heart--or anyone else's for that matter. I've given up on a lot of relationships. It took the words of my father and turning 40 to figure out that unconditional love is just that--unconditional. No strings attached. No leaving because things aren't going my way. No asking more of people than they can give. No being a control freak or throwing a temper tantrum like a two-year-old. It's hard to have self-dignity and self-esteem and still have unconditional love, but it's possible to have both. Love means walking in when the whole world has walked out. If you wonder who loves you, notice who walks in when the rest of the crowd has since bailed on you. My father taught me all about unconditional love, but I never learned the lesson. I didn't practice it much. But, it's never too late to become the person I always wanted to be. It's never to late to be someone Daddy would be proud to call his daughter. And it's never too late for love to win over hate. Love the ones you can while you can. Forgive everyone everything.
One evening, an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith." The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked, "Which wolf wins?" The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."
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Friday, May 29, 2009
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Current mood:  sad
Category: Life
Dear Daddy,
I miss the days you & I used to write letters to each other back in college. You'd always send me money and I'd always use it to come home. I guess even back then I knew that I could always go home--where I was wanted and loved and needed. Now, I have 3 houses and none of them feel like home yet. The big house is coming along nicely and I'm blessed to have had so many people's help on it. I could never have tackled it by myself. I went to buy a mailbox for it the other day and was giggling because I was going to "establish my residence" finally after so long. Half way home, I started crying, because it hit me that you'd never get to see it finished. I know you were always proud of my accomplishments and I always tried to give you reasons to be proud. I guess I'm still trying to make you proud of me. I don't think I could stop if I wanted to. Yesterday, some thief stole my friend's trailer from the back yard. Sometimes I wonder why I try so hard to be a good person when all the oxygen thieves keep trying twice as hard to take everything away from me. But, I remember that they are only things and they can be replaced. You can't. Seems kind of trivial when you compare the losses, doesn't it, Daddy? It feels like I take one step forward and get knocked back two all the time these days. I know you told me that it doesn't matter how many times you get knocked down--you're only as good as the last time you got up from getting knocked down. I used to have you there to dust me off when I got back up and I feel so alone without you here. Sometimes, I just want to stay down and take cover, because I feel like I'm getting bombarded. I know that's cowardly, so I'll keep taking my licks and try to smile even when I feel like I'm drowning. I know you taught me how to be independent, but I still miss getting your input on the important things in my life. I didn't realize how much I'd miss it. I do now. I miss you, too, and I'm so sorry I forgot to tell you that before you died. I know I told you I loved you a million times the nine days from the time I told you that you were terminal until the day you died. I just wish I'd told you now how much I was going to miss you. I think I was afraid it would make you sad or upset and you'd already suffered enough. I'm sure you knew from the river of tears that I shed those nine days at your bedside, but I still wish I had said it. I miss you, Daddy.
A little old lady came in today & didn't have anyone to call to come get her, so I took her home. Buddy asked me where she lived and I said, "I have no idea." He said, "You don't care, either, do you?" I said, "Nope. That's someone's mother and probably someone's grandmother. If it were mine, I'd want someone to help them out." She gave me a doll she had crocheted for taking her home. I put it on the mantle to remind me that no matter what life throws at me, there is no excuse to change who I am and who you taught me to be. Even if my day sucked. That was my Father's Day gift to you--to be the person you taught me to be. To help others in need, regardless of how busy or crappy my day has been. I'm going to help a friend this weekend who needs me. Even though I won't have much time to work on the big house, I know that people are more important than things and it'll get done when it gets done. Some things can be put off and I still have my priorities straight. For the last several months, the words you said to me after I told you you were terminal have been haunting me. You said, "I have some regrets." I was shocked, because you didn't live your life with regrets. You said, "I wish I had finished the house." I'm sure you meant for Mom, but it sent me into a frenzy about trying to finish the big house. I think I was afraid I'd never get to see it finished. I've been killing myself every weekend working on it as hard as I could go. Plus, I needed the distraction. But, I just realized tonight that the reason you didn't finish your house is because three weeks before you died, someone needed you to fill in and do a seminar and you went and did an eight hour class for him--weak as hell, nauseated, and suffering, I'm sure. But, that's who you were. People are more important than things and I'll keep that in mind as I work on the house. The house can wait.
I'm making a lot of changes in my life. I wish I had you here to talk about them. I gave a friend of mine the Japanese phrases you carried with you on the golf course. He didn't want to take them, because you had written the English translation below the phrases. I told him, "It's just a piece of paper with writing on it. The important thing is that Daddy cared enough about me to learn Japanese because I was learning it. He did the same thing when I took Spanish and he followed along with me in college when I was studying English Literature." I know you did it, too, because you wanted to make people feel welcome. It's the same reason I did it. I always knew what it felt like to be the new kid and feel like no one understood me. Sometimes, I still feel that way, even with the people who speak my language.
Thanks for everything you did for me, Daddy. If I had three lifetimes to live, I could never repay you for the things you did for me. Thank you for all the values you instilled in me. Thank you for always having my back when I needed you. Thanks for your beautiful, insanely optimistic outlook on life. You had a heart of gold and this world has suffered a huge loss without you in it.
I love you & I miss you more than you could know. Happy Father's Day, Daddy.
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