After class tonight I went to go spend some much needed bonded time with my sissy. Ya know, it amazes me how many people don't know what play sisters and play moms are. One of my co-workers asked me what I meant when I was talking about my play mom this morning. I think people who don't have play families miss out on something...It Takes A Village, right? I think so.
Anyhoo, while we were cooking she asked me about my dad since I never talk about him. I appreciated the fact that she asked and noticed I don't talk about him. I just know people never know what to say and I never know what to say to them so I just leave it alone. It's weird. What's really weird was this weekend I was at my ship's house with her family and I realized that morning it was the first time I was around a family on Father's Day that celebrated it since 9th grade. It was weird, kinda made me sad, but I swear to the big guy up top he alwayz comes at the right time.
On the drive home it was so weird, I just kept seeing things that reminded me of how my family used to be, I was driving like our old family trips, behind a car from Shelby county TN, listening to a classic rock station and every song that came on during a 30 minute period was on one of my dad's old mixed tapes my mom had made him that he used to play all the time. It really cheered me up.
But I digress. So my sissy asked me about my dad and I told her the whole story. She said every time we hang out she learns something new about me. I consider myself pretty open but I'm really not. I wonder how many people notice that. Is that a bad thing? Am I so closed off that my friends really don't know me? I wonder...
It's whatever. Such is life. Happy Daddy's Day Dad. Miss you.
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