Afternoon delights.... I haven't had one in a long time... a really long time. Taking my lunch break from a busy day for a little fun time; certainly a great way to get that second wind to finish off the day.
This has been the longest time that I have not had any action and I am actually okay with it. I guess it just piles on to exactly how much and/or how crazy I am for my Fatima... long distance relationships suck but sadly this is how it is right now.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
One of those things...
I woke up 530am. I message my Fatima to wish her a wonderful morning. I continue to lay in bed for a few more minutes then the most random memory came to mind... my ex-daughter-ish (I have no idea how exactly to describe that whole relationship). I remembered her early in the morning roughly around 5-530am, which was when she typically woke up. She would crawl over me to tuck herself between myself and my ex. Then promptly at 6am, she would wake me up demanding for her "Mickey Mouse Club House" show. I would make her breakfast, park her on my futon, TV on for her show as I laid behind her.
I have no idea what to make of this. Anyhow, yeah... really weird start for a nippy Friday morning.
I have no idea what to make of this. Anyhow, yeah... really weird start for a nippy Friday morning.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
one of those things that reminds us of how short life can be...
In my last post, I told you the story of all the people my grandfather helped in his lifetime. One of those people was my Uncle B. My grandfather helped him and his family through some hardships; allowed them to build a home on his land. Over time, he was more than just my grandfather's drinking buddy... he was family. In my grandfather's final days, Uncle B was there with him within an arms reach ready to help in every way imaginable.
As I grew up, I had the privilege to get to know Uncle B and his family. I played with his children, all of whom were older than me. They welcomed me into their home, share meals with them. To me, they were family. During the summers when all my other cousins were away, I would go over to their home in the middle of the day to sit and talk. He even taught me a little carpentry. I also joined in on some farming. I remember the time when I helped them harvest sugar canes then enjoying fresh sugar cane juice, digging the ground for peanuts, climbing the tall Kamansi (Breadfruit) trees to pluck the delicious fruit. Granted most may see it as the 'simple life' but through that I grew to appreciate and respect the land... the worth of a hard day's work.
I write this post in the memory of my Uncle B. Sadly, he passed away yesterday. I at least had the pleasure to see him again on my last trip home. There is no way to put to words how grateful I am to him, his family. He has been a great influence in my life. My prayers go out to him and his family. May he rest in God's endless love.
As I grew up, I had the privilege to get to know Uncle B and his family. I played with his children, all of whom were older than me. They welcomed me into their home, share meals with them. To me, they were family. During the summers when all my other cousins were away, I would go over to their home in the middle of the day to sit and talk. He even taught me a little carpentry. I also joined in on some farming. I remember the time when I helped them harvest sugar canes then enjoying fresh sugar cane juice, digging the ground for peanuts, climbing the tall Kamansi (Breadfruit) trees to pluck the delicious fruit. Granted most may see it as the 'simple life' but through that I grew to appreciate and respect the land... the worth of a hard day's work.I write this post in the memory of my Uncle B. Sadly, he passed away yesterday. I at least had the pleasure to see him again on my last trip home. There is no way to put to words how grateful I am to him, his family. He has been a great influence in my life. My prayers go out to him and his family. May he rest in God's endless love.
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