Dad

Wow.  I just broke down in tears there… first time I have cried in a good 6 months.  I was sitting at home alone, listening to tunes and playing bass guitar along to the tune playing.  I have been feeling kind of lonely lately, like nobody really wants to be around me.  I feel I have been drinking excessively.

Next up; Harry Chapin – Cat’s in the Cradle. This song always gets me.  It just makes me think of my dad, and how lucky I am to have such a great father.  He did everything a dad should when a boy is young.  He didn’t say much at times, but he didn’t have to, he just said the right things at the right times.  For example;  When I was 17 I came home from a frustrating day at work.  My dad said to me;  “Psychoactive, all you have to know is that no matter where you go, 10% of the people you meet are going to be assholes.  Accept that and you will be just fine.”  It took me awhile to really understand that, but eventually I accpeted that some people just aren’t very nice, and it is not you… so don’t take it personaly.

Also my dad unlike “Cat’s in the cradle’s” father, always had the time to be with me and my sister.  He could come home from a shitty day at work, and I would say; “Dad could we play some catch?” and he would be right there with his glove.  And I love him for that… I remember one day back in grade 2, being called down to the office… “***** **** please report to the office, ***** **** please report to the office.” and as I walked down thinking I was in trouble for something I did, I see my dad with his ball glove in his hand and he tosses me mine and says “Let’s go we have a baseball game to catch.” and I said “What about school?”  He said to me; “Trust me,  you’ll remember this alot more than what you learned today.” …and I did.  I still can see the ball park for the first time, the hot dog we had outside.  The Jays won 5-2 that game against the Indians.

I played soccer all my life and my dad was always my biggest fan.  He was never was a positive #1 fan, but it only drove me to play better.  He would say “Number 13 you’re a bum!!  BOo!!!”  And then I would go and score a goal, and come off the field and he would say to me…”Nice goal, but your still a bum!” (in a sarcastic tone) then he would take me out for an ice cream.  This happened for almost 10 years.. (eventually I started driving myself to games)

I guess my point is; Life is too quick, appricate your parents before they are gone, because one day they won’t be around and you may regret something that you meant to say but never did.  Thankfully my parent’s are both still alive.  This is just a tribute to my dad and how lucky I am to have a guy like him in my life.

*cheers dad*

Music of the Moment: Harry Chapin – Cat’s in the Cradle
Today I Feel:  Overly emotional