|Sat 25 May 2024 @22:59| – the end of a day, good amount of wonderful feels are counterbalancing the other feels. Could it be the excellent efforts/success that Rumbly is having with his work in the Kerbal Space Program? Maybe.
Part of the day was strolling though the imagery collection I hold dear, and seeing a pic I haven’t embraced in a few. Say, dear old Dad (happy birthday old man!) and my sis Blood sharing … uh, a … moment? Yeah – that’s what this is. I recall – and can confirm – the joy that was had on a visit to the 315, just a few lifetimes ago. Kudo’s good soul Justin – you escaped!! Turns out, you did good in the end. Well, you’re still doing good… gah – you know what I’m saying.
Any who, sorry this is getting pushed later in the day, Dad. I have been thinking of you all day. Chatted up Shari earlier, texted with Blood also. (As I type this what might Dad have thought of such fancy communications? Probably would have been fine with it all – like I was in chatting up the mono-cycle dude I crossed paths with – seems odd, pretty dangerous maybe, but all in all – good for you!)
Rumbly was deep into his Kerbal Space Program efforts, so I had some evening distractions. His somewhat cavalier way of jumping in with such hope is honestly refreshing – I need to get that kind of love into my day to day life. If I recall, you never were one to shy away from a good challenge – say, chaperone for a bus of Jamboree bound / then baked / scouts. You obviously were a brave soul.
I’ll add additional odd sentence parts to emphasize that perhaps this year you might have been feeling the age/culture difference – say if I were to note that my daily feed was a fab mixture of unrelenting shit with extra bummers, balanced with the cynical joy of some very good MeMes.
But I spent some time in my photos – looking at you, your kids, at a later point in your life – 75, says the happy crown Blood worked to craft for you.
Lifetimes ago.
So yeah, it’s your birthday, and I have no idea what kind of cake your loved.
We should celebrate, and I have no idea/recollection of what you’d really enjoy doing – you were easy going, went with all of our harebrained ideas.
But you loved yourself some Big Red and red socks. Guess I can start there, right?
Miss you – wish you could see my son, experience not just his awesomeness but perhaps recognize in my demeanor, my behavior, in my face and eyes the truly incomprehensible impact he’s had on me.
I’ve on more than one occasion played on the math – oh, Dad was 55 when I was kinda utter shit and annoying – huh, guess he did alright, eh?
I placed a pic of me and the boy up on the steering wheel cover while I read a lovely book Blood gave me a few years back; as I closed the book and looked at the pic I recalled your friendly co-driver, all blue and white.
I’ve at times – just like you – chosen to imbue a co-conspirator in my ever ongoing efforts to be a better person behind the wheel – Trav for some time, now Jackalope more often than not. Kiddo seems to approve – he admonishes me that ‘you shouldn’t honk at anyone except to make them smile!’
So here’s to smiles we find on ourselves, on others, as we careen along the byways of life in these modern times.
Love ya dad.
Miss ya.
Happy birthday.
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Spun up some video from that summer – good to hear your voice, see your mug :- )