I hate getting on here and bitching but i need to get this out of my head.
I was in a little grocery store earlier tonight out in the middle of nowhere when i noticed that the man in line in front of me looked just like my father.
I wanted to say something but i couldn't. I just couldn't. What would i have said, "Hey, you look just like my dead dad and i just thought you should know?"
My wife said i should have asked if we were related. It is possible, there are a lot of us around. But i couldn't, i don't know which i was more afraid of, if he had said yes or if he had said no.
He looked so much like him. I wanted to grab him and hug him and scream at him that i loved him and i miss him and that i never meant to do what i did and a million things more but i couldn't.
After i watched him leave and we headed home i thought to myself maybe i should just think of it as a part of my father out there still enjoying life but then i remembered him lying there in that steril little room with all those damned machines hooked up to him keeping him alive and i remember touching him and telling him goodbye.
God i don't even know what the point to all of this is, i just know i hurt so fucking bad right now.
He looked so much like him.
I was in a little grocery store earlier tonight out in the middle of nowhere when i noticed that the man in line in front of me looked just like my father.
I wanted to say something but i couldn't. I just couldn't. What would i have said, "Hey, you look just like my dead dad and i just thought you should know?"
My wife said i should have asked if we were related. It is possible, there are a lot of us around. But i couldn't, i don't know which i was more afraid of, if he had said yes or if he had said no.
He looked so much like him. I wanted to grab him and hug him and scream at him that i loved him and i miss him and that i never meant to do what i did and a million things more but i couldn't.
After i watched him leave and we headed home i thought to myself maybe i should just think of it as a part of my father out there still enjoying life but then i remembered him lying there in that steril little room with all those damned machines hooked up to him keeping him alive and i remember touching him and telling him goodbye.
God i don't even know what the point to all of this is, i just know i hurt so fucking bad right now.
He looked so much like him.
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and thanks for the other pic of me, i forgot about that.
Yeah, what is up with people asking to be on your friends list then never making a comment...nothing. Why bother, ya know? Lurkers I guess.
Hope all is well...happy belated Easter!