May 22, 2010
Today my dad started taking a wander down his memory lane. He got kinda philosophical about life and it was bittersweet. Of course it made me crash headlong into my own memory lane and the disaster I call my life and I went spiraling down into a deep sadness. The thing that bothers me the most is that it was his moment, his time to reflect. I wasn't present for him as I wish I could have been because I took the oportunity to become self-involved. It is just a small moment and all and I won't make a big deal out of it past tonight. I just wish I got over myself long enough to be in the present. Everyone says what a good son I am being to take care of my dad and all. I just wish I knew that was true.