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2014 Kicks In, And Missing Dad

January 01, 2014

Photo by some nice gal running around MCAD.

A NEW YEAR, AND WITHOUT MY DAD: I�€™m usually pretty fired up to tear into it. Not this time around. Instead, I want to go back to October 13th.

This �€œlosing your dad�€ bullshit is a real drag.

In all honesty, shit�€™s pretty bleak. Dad added so much color, laughter and wit to my world. With him out of the picture, shit feels real dark. Sorta lifeless.

Sure, everyone�€™s had incredible things to say. Soothing, poetic stuff. Thank you to all who have reached out. I love ya and appreciate the heartfelt sentiment. But at the end of the day, there�€™s a big fuckin�€™ hole in Northern Michigan, and in my heart.

I don�€™t like thinking about it. So I medicate myself with projects and whatever else. That�€™s how people do it, right?

I find myself wondering where he is. Did he go up to heaven? Is his energy dispersed equally throughout the universe, whirling around each and every molecule? Maybe he�€™s just everywhere?Those are the hopeful scenarios.

The darker shit included thoughts of finality. Say you just die, and that�€™s it? I mean, where does an ant�€™s soul go with you step on the little guy? To ant heaven? Somewhere else? Or is the little shit just snubbed out and that�€™s that? I guess I�€™m kinda okay with both. I was raised Catholic, so I�€™ve got those superstitions pounded into me somewhere. I like the idea of Dad being with his mom and dad and everyone else who we�€™ve lost. Up there in heaven with Gramma Josie and Gramma Leo. That soothes.

I just miss the idea of my dad a phone call away. That�€™s where he was for me the last twenty years. I fought hard to get home to see them 3-4 times a year. But he was always a phone call away. Even if he didn�€™t know how to answer his fuckin�€™ cell phone. I�€™d call Mom and she�€™d rustle Dad up. Having that one gone hurts.

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