Alternatively titled: Or What Happens When You Are Waiting For Life To Happen
I tend to veer away from personal posts - sure, I'll have a kvetch about things that are mildly annoying [such as the coworker I've nicknamed chlamydia as they happen to be an annoying cunt you can't get rid of] or I talk about fun things that Mr H and I happen to be up to or the not so fun but some of the "rich tapestry that is life" things that happen to all of us.
Today is a personal day.
My pop is ill. And I am going to have to go stateside to see him. Probably for the last time. And without offloading some of the excessive baggage that we all lug around with us, I have to tell you I don't like thinking this is going to be the last time, but then I start to berate myself for being a selfish cow and wonder how many people would have liked to have had the opportunity to say goodbye?
And 47 years later, I still look up to him.