Same Sex Marriage

I should probably stay quiet on this.  I'm somewhat caught in a paradox where I've been upset by people expressing sentiments I disagree with, but in speaking out am I not doing the exact same thing to them?  That isn't really the point though I guess.  I think I just need to get a few things off my chest.  Besides, looking at the flat line graph of the view history for this blog, who's going to read it anyway?  If you're a family member who is disturbed by my views, you have every right.  Please just don't engage me in a debate about this.  My overall hope in this is for people to have respect and understanding, even when they disagree.

365 Days Without a Dad

I still find myself shocked by the suddenness of my dad's death a year ago.  When I look at his pictures, especially the most recent ones, I still find myself perplexed by the fact that he's gone.

All the Time

Taking things for granted is something everybody does from time to time.  I was just thinking to myself, in a most idealistic fashion, that I don't take things for granted anymore.  That's not really true.  Living in a state of acute gratitude for the things and people you hold dear would be exhausting.  It's natural to become comfortable with the blessings you have in life.  Life can be cruel in that it will lull you into comfortable complacency, but then everything can change in an instant.  I know this isn't a very insightful or original thought.  Still, it kind of feels that way when you're the one it happens to.

Shock

There are whiskers on my dad's beard trimmer still.  It sits where he left it, in the charging cradle on the counter in his bathroom.  Each time I notice it, I'm struck by the notion that they were him and my grief is renewed.

Grief and Education, Part One

Grieving for my father is something I was entirely unprepared for. Prior to his death, the only thing that even comes close to comparing is when we had to put my cat Bob to sleep. That cat and I were best friends for 16 years and I mourned his death like that of a brother. The loss of my dad makes that look like a trip to Disneyland.

Happy Mother's Day

This is my mom.  The picture here was actually taken last Mother's day.  I'd like to use this space to put down a few words about this special lady.  There's nobody I know more deserving of her own holiday.

What did I do today?

Today has been an okay day.  I woke up this morning feeling a little flat, so I decided to take a sick day to relax.  In retrospect it feels like a very lazy decision, but I don't particularly care.