Well, tomorrow (February 2) is my dad's birthday... The irony of it, his step-dad is dying. Yeah... He has to fly up on thursday to tell the man that has been his dad for decades, good-bye for the last time. Such a fantastic birthday present, no? *sigh* I just don't know anymore. I try so hard to be as optimistic as possible, things are better that way I've heard.. But while being pessimistic and expecting the worst, when things don't end up the way you expected, then you have reason to rejoice. When you expect the best, and get worse, it's hard to stay happy. Is there no grey area here? Is there no happy middle? Silver lining? If there is, I can't see it. Maybe he'll magically recover. I wish I could believe that more thoroughly... He's been going through this for the past seven or eight years, but he's never been this bad. Can the strongest man I've ever met, next to my dad, survive this spot of bad luck? Can my family's luck possibly turn around? Where ever did our Irish luck go... Did we lose our charm? Maybe that's why... Answers to lifes questions are so sought after, but rarely aquired. Yet, do you ever stop trying? Maybe that's what makes me different from most people. Maybe.. Just maybe....
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