So I was working late today. In between shitshow fun I realized it was fathers day.
Just wanted to share this before I ghost off again, because I think people, especially young folks need to understand that folks will not be there forever, and they should get that closure whilst they still can. Never hold back telling someone you love them, or why you love them, they may be gone in an instant. People feel invincible in their youth, and forget to tell those around them that they care for them. Don't do that, remind the people close to you that you love them, that you care for them. It may sound like hippie logic, but it isn't. Trust me, I'm an asshole, and the fact that I am saying this makes it that much more important.
Just wanted to share this before I ghost off again, because I think people, especially young folks need to understand that folks will not be there forever, and they should get that closure whilst they still can. Never hold back telling someone you love them, or why you love them, they may be gone in an instant. People feel invincible in their youth, and forget to tell those around them that they care for them. Don't do that, remind the people close to you that you love them, that you care for them. It may sound like hippie logic, but it isn't. Trust me, I'm an asshole, and the fact that I am saying this makes it that much more important.
Fathers day is this weekend, didn't even really realize it until I saw people posting about it. I was there for the final weeks of his life, got to talk to him, got to cook for him, It was a long three weeks, which culminated with me going into the room, to confirm he was dead.
This man left shoes so big I can never hope to fill them, I can only put on several layers of socks, and hope they don't flop around too much when I walk.
When I was last back in Illinois, I walked into what he called "Area 51" A giant pole-barn that housed tractors, drill-press, welders, tools, etc. It was all how it was when I last visited, I stopped and looked around, seeing things as if he was just outside, all his tools and gear setup the way he liked it. It made him happy, that I was there those last weeks, and was taking care of things, it makes me sad that I had to be there, taking care of things, but it made him happy.
He told me he was proud of me, for what I have done, for the food I cooked for him, and that I was keeping his tractors running. I told him I loved him the night he passed. I can only hope he is riding over a highway made of hipsters on his goldwing now, because he would like that.
I've talked about the whole "middle age man" superhero thing, It never really happened until I was there, helping to take care of my Dad, the guy I would call to ask advice for fixing things, because he could fix anything.
Shortly after he passed, I was dealing with a semi-major household issue, and dealt with it. My first thought was "I should call Dad and let him know how it went" That moment was when I realized I was on my own, the superhero had passed his cape over, and now it was mine to wear.
Those of you that still have fathers around, listen to them, learn from them. They aren't around forever, as much as you wish they would be. Someday they are going to hand that cape over to you, and it is your job to help the next generation learn how to do all the things that you learned.