Just a few hours before I take Pops back to the airport. We talked. We laughed. We cried. I cried even more. We walked, swam, and ate thrice at Chili's (don't get me started). At 27 years old, I still needed my father to be there and hold me. I pray that I am never too old for that.
Late night swim with Pops. He almost fell asleep in the shallow end. "I'll do laps, you do naps," I said. What a treat to have him down here. :) PS: Thanks to my mystery dinner guest for stopping on o'er!
"At this pain, I must wink // From this bitter cup, I must drink (until this song—until it ends) // And every night I pray, 'Lord, let this cup pass // 'Cuz I don't really know how long it will last.'" (Marvin Winans, "I'm Over It Now," http://www.youtube.com/watch... to listen.) For all my loved ones—especially from me, to me—be strong, perservere, and...
"It was the best of times. It was the end of times. // I was always on deck, I was next in line." (Sage Francis, "The Best of Times," http://closedfrequency.blogspot.com/2010...).
I'm reliving my single days tonight: new (used) video game (Assassin's Creed II), sappy flick (Leap Year), and a pizza (Domino's). It's gonna be a great night. (PS: I'd trade it all in a snap just to kick it with my lady, the darling Roxanne Delgado—the biggest blessing my life has seen in years.)