Post by Joey on Jun 10, 2019 18:05:07 GMT -5
The world as we know it are made up of moments, all monents belong to one moment. We are part of that moment till we are not.
The scene is The Alamo. Yes I know, this place was full of moments, historic tragic moments, but a moment none the less. I came here because this was one of the last few places that I remember coming with my father. As time keeps going by I keep forgetting him, and one day I fear I wont remember him at all, not the way he should be remembered. Now I understand why Shadow would say that we should not forget the face of our fathers. I know there was more to it, but it works just as well.
When we were here it was a summer day. It was hot, then again it is always extremely hot in Texas. He spent the day talking to me about the history here, how the mexican forces had overpowered the Texans, how so many gave their lives here and how ultimately Texas still overcame. He was such a big history buff. He loved to learn. And on the day he died, the house smelled of bread. I remember that clearly. What I felt was numbness. I didnt want to let it sink it. Doesnt matter how old you are, if you love your father, if you knew your father, then it will hurt.
Some people say that hurt makes us remember that we still live. That to live is to hurt. I dont buy that, life shouldnt have to be full of pain in order to know you are alive. Pain isnt living, pain is just pain.
I will get back to that in a moment.
The day my father passed away I remember thinking how hard life would be without him. I hated myself for thinking that, it was selfish of me. But my mother got along without him. For days I remember her sleeping on his medical bed. My father had been sick for a long time, she did not put him in a nursing home, she opted to bring him home and take care of him there. His last few years he really couldnt speak much, but we understood when he wanted something.
I guess being close to Fathers day I got to thinking. And that is not always a good thing.
So when my father passed my mom slept on his medical bed for some time, I guess that was her way of staying close to him. Pain is life right? What a crock.
And here I think about Rumpke. How much pain he feels, feeling alone in those late nights. Feeling estrangted from himself. What pain have you felt? What losses have you felt? Do you still feel them today? Do you feel them in those late hours when you are feeling alone and lost? How much self hatred do you feel before it all disappears?
Oh Rumpke do you know I used to study Psychology? I should of finished I think perhaps in another setting I could of helped you? Perhaps not but I would of given it a try. In another life maybe. Do you ever take pleasure in anything? Rarely do we ever get to get rid of those pesky demons, eventually we learn to live with them, accept them, even get to love them? They became a part of us, and in turn we become a part of it.
My father used to say, we need to live well so that we may die well. Neither happened but it was a nice thought. So Rumpke that is it for me tonight, this is perhaps my shortest promo ever. But this is only a prelude to what is to come, wait till Friday. Till then have some chicken nuggets and some onion rings and a soda too.
Fade away
The scene is The Alamo. Yes I know, this place was full of moments, historic tragic moments, but a moment none the less. I came here because this was one of the last few places that I remember coming with my father. As time keeps going by I keep forgetting him, and one day I fear I wont remember him at all, not the way he should be remembered. Now I understand why Shadow would say that we should not forget the face of our fathers. I know there was more to it, but it works just as well.
When we were here it was a summer day. It was hot, then again it is always extremely hot in Texas. He spent the day talking to me about the history here, how the mexican forces had overpowered the Texans, how so many gave their lives here and how ultimately Texas still overcame. He was such a big history buff. He loved to learn. And on the day he died, the house smelled of bread. I remember that clearly. What I felt was numbness. I didnt want to let it sink it. Doesnt matter how old you are, if you love your father, if you knew your father, then it will hurt.
Some people say that hurt makes us remember that we still live. That to live is to hurt. I dont buy that, life shouldnt have to be full of pain in order to know you are alive. Pain isnt living, pain is just pain.
I will get back to that in a moment.
The day my father passed away I remember thinking how hard life would be without him. I hated myself for thinking that, it was selfish of me. But my mother got along without him. For days I remember her sleeping on his medical bed. My father had been sick for a long time, she did not put him in a nursing home, she opted to bring him home and take care of him there. His last few years he really couldnt speak much, but we understood when he wanted something.
I guess being close to Fathers day I got to thinking. And that is not always a good thing.
So when my father passed my mom slept on his medical bed for some time, I guess that was her way of staying close to him. Pain is life right? What a crock.
And here I think about Rumpke. How much pain he feels, feeling alone in those late nights. Feeling estrangted from himself. What pain have you felt? What losses have you felt? Do you still feel them today? Do you feel them in those late hours when you are feeling alone and lost? How much self hatred do you feel before it all disappears?
Oh Rumpke do you know I used to study Psychology? I should of finished I think perhaps in another setting I could of helped you? Perhaps not but I would of given it a try. In another life maybe. Do you ever take pleasure in anything? Rarely do we ever get to get rid of those pesky demons, eventually we learn to live with them, accept them, even get to love them? They became a part of us, and in turn we become a part of it.
My father used to say, we need to live well so that we may die well. Neither happened but it was a nice thought. So Rumpke that is it for me tonight, this is perhaps my shortest promo ever. But this is only a prelude to what is to come, wait till Friday. Till then have some chicken nuggets and some onion rings and a soda too.
Fade away
