Saturday, December 19, 2009

One of those moments.

Today I organised a swap meet, Honda swap meet to be precise.

Was an awesome meet despite the shit weather.

We had a BBQ, sold some parts and just had lots of laughs.

Despite how good today was it was missing 2 things, Rhiannon and something else, a simple 5 minute conversation.

Going back to March, At Dads funeral I looked at my brother and held him.

He had that look on his face, the one everyone else had.

I then said with a tear in my eyes "There are going to be so-so many moments where you will wish Dad was around, to talk to him and hear his voice, to hug him tight and go back in for a second hug, just for him to be there."

Today was one of those days for me, one of those days where I organised another fantastic meet that Dad had always been promising to come to, usually he wasn't available, interstate or simply too busy.

I would usually call him after the meet and talk to him about it and tell him how awesome it was and inform him that he should have come.

He always did ask why I did it, I always told him it was good to get out, meet new faces and see awesome cars.

He was somewhat proud of what I was able to achieve and that I was able to organise such a number of people to attend a meet where we all have a common interest.

I had that moment where I realised what I'd usually do after such a big meet, it simply sucked.

My Stepmother called me and ACTUALLY REMEMBERED the meet was on, Simply amazing.

I miss my Father greatly despite our relationship.

Sadly I used to love and loath him, he used to cause such pain to me but I still loved him.

I would wish he would just leave my life or die, I did get this .

Though I miss him, I won't take it back.

Initially I was furious, not at the fact that he was dead and gone, but the fact he beat me to the punch.

Now I am glad I didn't commit an hero on Wisemans Ferry.

His death has changed me in ways I never thought possible.

Last night I found a CD I thought was stolen with most of my CD's, Mary star of the sea.

To be precise, Zwan.

Felt good man.

Just to end this with a nice song:

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