That Day has finally arrived...

For the longest while one of the events that I was having the most trouble dealing with was teaching my older son how to ride his bicycle without training wheels. My wife is not the teach a kid to ride his bike type, and honestly, I’m kinda glad because I always wanted to do it. Rhabdo has prevented my glory day and for that I will never forgive this ugly disease. It pained me that he wanted to learn but I couldn’t muster the energy to teach … until now.

Thank you Google!

Lonely, Hugs, Food, and Soccer

Well, by now, most of you know my father passed away on July 9, 2011. I am not sure I will ever be able to put into words my feelings, but as things come to me I will do my best to share them with you. What I can say is that I did not only lose one of the greatest fathers to walk the face of the earth, but I also lost my best friend. We fought like cat and dog over things that deserved fighting, but the love between us was unconditional. I will always love him…

So why the title you may ask?

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As I mentioned once before, I have a friend who truly enjoys the titles of my entries. I can’t lie, some of them have even made me smile when I look back. Today I searched the depths and came up with nothing. I decided to be honest, so there ya have it.

Some house cleaning for you… I am fine as one can expect for being in my particularly unique health position. But in case someone really wants to get cute about it, I am no worse than before. Physio continues to provide hope for me and my future. As well, a friend (well at least while I’m off, when I go back to work, she goes back to being ‘the man’) provided some new leads on studies for pain and episode management, so that has re-sparked my quest for health as well.

But truth be told all of that seems to be secondary to my current pressing issue. My dad is sick… really sick. My last post was May 31 because on June 1 my world changed. He fell down some stairs, and what seemed like a manageable situation has transformed into a monster.

If you don’t know me very well you may think that my father and I have your typical father – son relationship. It is far from that. I fought with that man often, we disagreed about much, even stopped talking to each on various occasions, yet I can honestly say he is the best father in the world! When we weren’t talking there was a piece of me missing – not like a daisy with a missing petal, but more like a finely tuned 1968 Mercedes 220 driving on the highway with the wrong octane gas. Everything might look good outside, but the full potential of what was underneath just could not be reached. Without his input my life just didn’t seem right. Then we would find some common ground and all would be ok again. I haven’t been able to speak with him for 35 days… my shinny black 1968 220 is safely parked on the shoulder with 4 way flashers on.

This blog has followed me through some very unique events in life and I have tried to share my life experiences to hopefully encourage you, direct you, provide you with things to talk about… My whole life I have been chasing wisdom, and I was happy to share that quest with you. My lil secret was that I never had to go far for it, I have a secret stash always 11 phone digits or a 3 full cd drive away. The greatest father ever.

So please bear with me if I am lapse in writing until he returns home. Please pray for him if you are one that prays, and if not, please focus some positive energy his way. He’s awesome, and I want so badly to share that awesomeness with the world for as long as possible.