Dad

I had a dream last night....

I fell down somewhere and ended up in my bed in lots of pain.  I was in my old twin size bed that I that I tossed in 2003 when I moved back to Long Island.  As I laid down trying to fight through the pain, I turned to my left and my Dad was rubbing my back.  Then helped me sit up.  My hair was a mess for some reason and my Dad took out a comb and started to comb my hair.  He combed a part down the middle and stopped.  I looked at my Dad and said to him "Daddy you are always here to take care of me"

Then I woke up

New layout again

I really like this.  Considering a flickr for all my best pics in addition to this blog

Doing too Much

I often wonder if I should censor myself on this blog.  That maybe it isn't a good idea to write without a few seconds with the Lord.  Well I guess it is too late now.

Since April, I've had three friends bury a parent and one friend bury a son.  This post is about happiness and if it actually exists after death.

I think of my life in two parts, before my father died and after my father died.  I go a few months or sometimes days with a feeling of joy and then something will happen or I have an ephiany about something.  I'm too smart and insightful for my own good sometimes.  I envy people who have the ability to be blissfully ignorant. 

I was going to write more, but it is too much for a Sunday....
I should of went to church

Graduation Countdown

With the exception of today that I spent bullshitting, I am anticiptating my upcoming graduation. I will begin work shortly and then go out with my friend and my ls.

I will write more in a bit

Another loss

Damn it!

I swear this blog is turning into one long obituary. But I had to write. Whitney is gone.

I thought about all this because 20/20 is set to air a two hour special on the late superstar. Do I have to really watch that? I feel like I lived through it why do I have to watch it again.

Whitney Houston was so closely woven into my childhood that I never even feasibly imagined her gone. I always thought about how I felt when Stevie Wonder died or Morgan Freeman. Of course the sadness will be there but...

But Whitney!@# Teena? Heavy? and the biggest loss of them all for me MJ

Whitney, was so great so much a part of my childhood, that I never even thought of her as gone. We all talk about as friends, growing old together, but we never think of the fact that not all of us are going to make it that far. Lord I hope no one does anything cliche and post this on their facebook wall. This is not any weirdo foreshadowing. I expect to retire from Stony Brook and teach and I will continue to live as such.