to want to live
to want to live
We are not a world of logic.
We are a world of emotion,
Those with abusive emotions, control.
Two days from now will mark the first anniversary of my father’s death.
He battled cancer. We were told it was treatable. We were told he would live a long life.
It was too late when they discovered that he had a very rare version of this very treatable cancer.
It’s possible I may write and publish a few blog posts, over the next few days, that may be difficult to read for some.
I hope you understand.
My father lost custody and the right to see my brother and I when we were young. Later in life
my father and I became very close.
what’s so good about a cigar
It calms me down
Unless the smoke rises too fast
and then it’s too late
Myself let the cigar nearly die
and cigar let Myself live
I like scars, and would rather them being on the outside. -M. Taggart
Bullet point your pain
Then ask someone to read it out loud
I’m lucky, thankful, and blessed to be his father.
The previous post contained the subject line of, “Anyone?”
The image was of Gavin about to turn a corner on an amusement
‘ride’ for kids. Gavin loved it. In general, it was an obstacle course.
We pulled Gavin from school this week and brought him to our
State’s largest fair. He pet all types of animals, even a MASSIVE horse
that seemed to have taken a liking to Gavin.
I’m rather sure his one day at the fair gave him enough mental stimulation
to overcome the one lost day at school ;).
ps, thanks for hanging out!
causing dishes to clang,
reminds him of his failure.
The way words are written and how people write them and how they move in life and what I see is very much the same
said the frog