What's the scoop Snoopy?
Well, yesterday, Sunday, Super Bowl Sunday, Super Bowl Sunday the 6th of February, I went to see my dad. I showed up home-made cheesecake (Nutella chocolate chip brownie cheesecake, to be exact), a party pack of tacos, and two bottles of my favorite green tea in hand. To my very own surprise my brother, his girlfriend (who I absolutely adore), and one of his good friends were there. What a freaking treat!!! I haven't seen my brother since right after Christmas, and I deeply regretted that I did not give him a hug when I saw him last. My brother is one of those people I will love more than my own life, for the rest of my life, and beyond this life.
As he was walking out the door, saying his good-byes, I asked him for a hug. He immediately obliged and I did not know until he hugged me that I really needed that (Charles and I had a pretty heated argument yesterday, over something that was completely out of either of our control). Through all of the stress I am feeling, I am realizing I need my people. Even if my people are few and far between, and even if they are distant, the interaction I have with them is essential for my sanity. Some days I am alone for so long I feel like I am slipping off a cliff. The life I have been living for over two years has been a very depressing one. Getting out of this house, and getting out of this chaos, has been an essential ingredient in keeping my tuned in with reality most weeks.
Daniel and I! <3
Any-who, I digress, I am going to a depressing place I just do not want to be in.
After my bro-ham left the Super Bowl festivities began. Dad and I window shopped on line for an hour or so then went to watch the Super Bowl about half way through the 2nd quarter. After the terrible half-time show, Dad went and played a little Super Mario on the computer. We talked about a lot of the early memories I had and Dad helped me to separate memories I had smooshed together. We spoke about my biological grand-father who I admittedly do not think about often. It hurts my heart that I did not know him before he passed, so to make up for that I ask my dad about him. I now know his birth date and his death date. I also know he knew about me, and he even held me when I was a baby. My dad showed me his bible, has shared his prayers with me -- which I am almost done reading-- and has allowed me to take and read his little black note book -- where my grandfather wrote tidbits of his life.
Yesterday was a spectacular day. It was one of those days I will always cherish and it was one of those day that reminded me why I am going to miss the Gainesville area so much.
Today has not been particularly great. The manner in which I was woken up was terrible. It was yet again an inconsiderate wake up call that my lovely boyfriend tried desperately to avoid. I then went to go pee and as I was getting up from the toilet I heard a sickening cracking noise. My hip jumped out of place then quickly decided it wanted to be back in place. I yelled for Charles, he came and helped me to bed, and I broke down. I cannot remember a time I cried so hard for as long as I did. Charles laid down with me until I drifted back to sleep. I woke up at 3PM, still in an extreme amount of pain, and I got to see my Charles for a brief period of time before he had to be out the door for work.
Today is not shaping up to be a pleasant day. However, I am blessed, this I know. I also have many things to thank my Lord for. So as this blog post comes to an end, I am focusing on those things I am thankful for. I am going to plow through some homework and hopefully relieves some of this pain by laying down afterward.
Until Next Time...
-Ash-
<3
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