Grand words

Grand words

I am a man of few words,
preferring to listen rather than speak.
Today however I choose to share,
rather than to keep.
I do not have stories to tell,
or words of wisdom to pass on.
What I do have is a void in my heart,
that will never fill.
My children’s future,
will include the past.
It is a promise I made,
to a grand man.
Memories are forever,
love will always last.

All good things...

Tomorrow would have been my grandfathers birthday. I say would, because he passed away this evening. Probably no more than one hour ago. I am saddened to see him leave us. I witnessed as he struggled and fought for something that was obviously out of his control, and reach. This man that I have always looked at with a certain amount of pride and admiration had lost the battle of time right before my eyes. I am thankful that I was able to say my peace with him. I am thankful that I was able to connect with my father, as that does not happen often if ever. My greatest pain comes from knowing my grandfathers humor will only be taught to my children through stories and tales. Tales that are true. A promise I made, and intend to keep. I find comfort in knowing his physical pain is no longer. I can only imagine the mental pain someone suffers through while their body fails them, so I find comfort in knowing his mind is at rest. I also find comfort in knowing my father said his peace with him before it was too late. I am sure it would have been something that my father would have regretted for the rest of his days if he had not done so.

Rest in peace John Farren Hedglin. We love you and will miss you forever.

...come to an end.

Ventilation

I'm amused by things, and amused less by others.

I grow tired of free tickets. All aboard the do nothing train. Hey, I would do nothing too if I could. Wait, thats not true. Something inside of me would say "You lazy bastard. You fucker. You etc..." Alas, I come home and eventually end up with some sort of bug up my pooper. I'm asked what's wrong. After initially refusing I let it be known. I'm not surprised by the response I get. Something or other about how someone didn't have anything to do with it. WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED? Defending the defenseless. To me there are a couple meanings to defenseless.

One: Not being able to defend yourself
Two: Having no excuse for yourself

Maybe I should ride the do nothing train. Perhaps it's fun. I could shit my pants, grow that ZZ Top beard I've been dreaming about and let my toe nails grow out forever. Yes. Maybe even paint them a silly shade of red. That would be fun. And then when I finish something, for example cereal, I could leave the empty box on the counter. Or when I finish the toilet paper I could leave the empty roll for the next person that needs to wipe their ass. hahaha how funny would that be? Or when it snows I could leave the shoveling for the people that don't ride the do nothing train. The people that pay the bills and work for "a living". Yes, they'd appreciate that very much. Lord knows that's what they wanted to do with their life, work and take care of the lazy. Ya know I'd do nothing if someone would be giving me every god damn thing under the sun and ask for nothing in return. Yes nothing, its a fashion, a means of transportation, hell it's even people. My parents were silly, they made me do things. They punished me for things. What were they thinking? Didn't they hear of the do nothing train?

I'm fucking hot...

Later.

I love you Julie.

Number 200!

So blogger says that this will be my 200th blog post. Wow...

All is going alright. My "sissypants" got herself a job. It's all well fine and good, but I do miss her. Sometimes the extra daddy duty tiers me out but I'm holding up. We will really benefit from the extra income that's for sure.
Publish Post
It is income tax time. Time to pay some folks back and hopefully in the process get rid of a bill or two!

I'm feeling pretty run down at the moment. I felt like I had so much to say, now I find myself with little on my plate.

Later.

I love you Julie.