Its time for a depressing post! WOO HOO! oh... wait. So yeah, two years ago on Tuesday marks the 2 year anniversary of my Dad's death. Although, I suppose today could be viewed as the anniversary because it happened on a Sunday. I think its becoming a tradition for me to re-asses and evaluate my life at this time of the year, which is probably a good thing. I think I've grown immensely in this past year. Going up to the U and making new friends has changed my all or none attitude that I held so strongly to, and I can't even begin to tell you how good it feels to not be afraid anymore. Yesterday while at breakfast with Marci, we were talking about how happy we are now socially, and I realized I don't think I have ever been happier than I am at this current time (knock on wood). Everything is amazing. I love my job. I love School and my major. I love feeling apart of an important campaign. I love my family. I am friends with the most amazing people I have ever met, some who I've known since i was in 4th grade, some who have been through things I can't even imagine, some who are willing to be wacky and fun at one moment, and then drop everything at the next because I need to cry about something, some who I've never even met but know I can always count on for anything. I don't know what I did to be so lucky. but I'm glad that I am.
I still miss my dad every day.
I hate it that things turned out the way they did, and I hate it that he couldn't get better. I hate it that he'll never see me succeed, that he'll never see my first showing. I hate it that he doesn't know my friends and I hate it that he'll never know my boyfriends. I hate it that he won't walk me down the aisle if I ever get married. I hate it that he can't take Mikey and me camping, or hiking or to the Mountain Men Rendezvous. I hate it because he shouldn't be dead. I think that everything happens for a reason, but I hate it that its so unfair.
But like I said earlier, I am so lucky to be where I am today.
Have a good'un
I still miss my dad every day.
I hate it that things turned out the way they did, and I hate it that he couldn't get better. I hate it that he'll never see me succeed, that he'll never see my first showing. I hate it that he doesn't know my friends and I hate it that he'll never know my boyfriends. I hate it that he won't walk me down the aisle if I ever get married. I hate it that he can't take Mikey and me camping, or hiking or to the Mountain Men Rendezvous. I hate it because he shouldn't be dead. I think that everything happens for a reason, but I hate it that its so unfair.
But like I said earlier, I am so lucky to be where I am today.
Have a good'un
3 comments:
Your dad was right when he told me that he always knew you would be ok. Just remember that it's all smoke and mirrors. That probably doesn't make sense, but it would be what Mike would say. Oh - and I hate that I don't have a big brother to look after me. Love ya Mal - your Aunt Mary
Your dad had a cool beard!
Hey Mallory...I just wanted you to know that ...I think your dad knows about all your accomplishments and probably stops in from time to time to check out how you're doin...bet it brings a smile to his face too....good blog!
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