Timing...
This is going to sound really maudlin when my dad reads it in the morning. But that'll be okay, because then he'll make fun of me. I feel like I spend a lot of my life firmly insulated from the truth. What's going on, how I actually feel about what's going on, like that.
Right now my dad is in an operating room having a triple bypass. And so the last time I talked to him, earlier today, could have been the last time that I ever get to talk to him. Or I could get to see him next week and help to cheer him up, because I'm sure he's going to be in a lot of pain from the surgery. And I don't know which of these two outcomes is what will actually happen.
So I sat down to meditate, because what the hell else is there to do right now? It seems dishonest to try to insulate myself from this situation. Fuck, it seems dishonest even to type this, when I read it back - maybe it's not the right thing to type right now. I'm just typing what's going through my head.
Anyway, when I sat down to meditate, I just started thinking about moments in my life with my father. He wasn't always nice to me when I was a kid. But it's a funny thing, and I tested this to be sure it was true. There isn't a single memory I can bring up about my father that doesn't just make my heart fill with love for him. Not a single one.
So I'm voting for outcome number two. Too bad I don't get a vote.
Update
Just to be clear, my father was nice to me a lot when I was a kid. Just not always. I don't want to give the wrong impression with my stream of consciousness...
Right now my dad is in an operating room having a triple bypass. And so the last time I talked to him, earlier today, could have been the last time that I ever get to talk to him. Or I could get to see him next week and help to cheer him up, because I'm sure he's going to be in a lot of pain from the surgery. And I don't know which of these two outcomes is what will actually happen.
So I sat down to meditate, because what the hell else is there to do right now? It seems dishonest to try to insulate myself from this situation. Fuck, it seems dishonest even to type this, when I read it back - maybe it's not the right thing to type right now. I'm just typing what's going through my head.
Anyway, when I sat down to meditate, I just started thinking about moments in my life with my father. He wasn't always nice to me when I was a kid. But it's a funny thing, and I tested this to be sure it was true. There isn't a single memory I can bring up about my father that doesn't just make my heart fill with love for him. Not a single one.
So I'm voting for outcome number two. Too bad I don't get a vote.
Update
Just to be clear, my father was nice to me a lot when I was a kid. Just not always. I don't want to give the wrong impression with my stream of consciousness...
posted by Ted Lemon at 6:23 AM
3 Comments:
Hoping for the best.
And we all have mixed memories of our parents, because they're human. It's how those memories are resolved that matters.
So, thinking good thoughts for you--
Well, there were times when I was a kid when I had this secret fantasy that my parents were actually aliens, and that they would come to rescue me in their mother ship. I think this started sometime after I read the Escape from Witch Mountain novelization.
However, that said, I did eventually come to the conclusion that my parents were human, despite any hopes I might have had to the contrary.
Thanks for the good wishes. My dad is still down for the count. Rumor has it that they're going to wake him up tomorrow. Sigh.
I'm so glad the surgery went well.
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