so this is ridiculously lame. i have a tendency to cry at fairly mundane things. examples would be target commercials, danny's end speech on full house, tree houses, butterflies, most woodland creatures, making whipped cream, windexing the counter, and apparently, now LOST.
i have not been an adamant LOST watcher. well, i watched seasons 1 and 2 about two years ago and i recently got season 3. mmm...and ive been watching it. like seriously watching it.
and apparently there is this episode where they concentrate on sun's past and when she goes and meets jin's father, who is a fisherman. oh good night. and the flowing of tears ensues.
he was such a joyous man. he was so excited to see sun and he asked her...he asked her how the wedding was.
oh dear me. jin's father was so sweet. i dont even know why i am writing this, but i was reminded of my dad. i love my father, so much. and i miss him, so much. in my mind, he is a great man. whenever i think of him, i think of sunny skies and friday afternoons. i think of me getting sick at school and him coming to pick me up in his suit. he then took me to hospital and bought me a pink bunny [my mom actually bought me the 'mommy' pink bunny that matched and they didnt even know each other was buying them!!!]. i recall another night when i was sick and he bathed me. i was half-asleep. he built me a treehouse out his barehands. he also made a dresser and a coat rack. he took apart his car and rebuilt it. it was beautiful.
it later became the car he took his life in.
i miss him. i love him. i am so thankful for his life. i am so thankful that when i think of my father, he is a strong and endearing man. i love looking at pictures of him. he was so generous and so handsome, if i do say so myself [and i do]. i am glad that i never had harsh adolescent fights with him. he is a great man.
gracious oh goodness. i miss that man. i cannot wait to see him and hug him.
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i love that you love your dad that much. i love my mom the same way. i can't wait for the next time i see her.
alot of my writing lately has been centered around my mom and the relationship i have with her. for some reason, i have been writing about the leaves and my mom a lot. Here's a snippet of something I wrote last night.
"Mom's whistling for Todd, our 5 month-old Newfoundland similar to the one in Hook, to come inside, so I leave my room to greet him at the back door.
Todd's at the back door giving mom some wet chin slobbers and mom's still in her nightgown from her afternoon nap. Of course, I'm in my boxers and it's just a perfect coincidence for us to smoke together on the back porch and talk about the leave.
What's great is when a mom and her son can maybe do something questionable by the neighborhood and be like, 'Fuck it neighborhood. We'll do as we please.'
The leaves fall in front of us and adapt to our desires of what color we wish of them. Of course, we'll jump in them."
i just want to go home and rake some leaves in a pile and jump in them with my mom.
So my new phone number is 678-427-6124.. you should probably call me sometime.
please write more. i love your writing.
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