For the first time in my life, I've spent Christmas without my father. Admittedly, I traveled last year, and was therefore without him. But, he wasn't away, it was me. I guess it felt different, which is probably bullshit, but I digress.
My father worked six days a week doing a city job. His drive to work took two or so hours, and he worked from six in the morning to ten at in the evening for almost my entire childhood.
Time with him was rare.
My Dad instilled so many loves in me. He was a music freak (still is), and he taught me that music is a part of life. Essential for happiness. He provided me with what I needed to start playing music, and has always guided me.
Despite my mother being the one who always read to us when I was young, my father was the one who encouraged reading in my adolescence. Always being open to buying me books, and giving me a love of comics.
I don't know what I'm getting at here other than: I just really love my dad.
Despite my mother being the one who always read to us when I was young, my father was the one who encouraged reading in my adolescence. Always being open to buying me books, and giving me a love of comics.
I don't know what I'm getting at here other than: I just really love my dad.
Today's rating: 4.8
Listening to: Nothing!
Currently reading: The Silmarillion- JRR Tolkien
Mostly Played iTunes Song: The Sound of Silence- Simon and Garfunkel
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