Friday, August 15, 2008 at 11:30pm
There is a time in everyone's life when you'll stop making plans. Because you had plans, but then things changed. Maybe it was a car accident, a family emergency, maybe you just got lazy and decided not to do something.
And at this time, you realize that when you do make plans, there is the chance they'll change. So if/when your plans fail, you get over it. Quickly.Or maybe you go cry for an hour thinking about how life just is not fair.
This time came for me a little over three years ago.
It was a Thursday afternoon, about one o'clock.It was a beautiful spring day, the last Thursday of that April.
Two weeks before my dad's 61st birthday.
I was excited for his birthday. We were going to go out for dinner. Then come home to watch a movie on the TV. I had plans. Plans with my dad.
My dad died on that not-so-beautiful Spring Day.
So my plans went down the toilet.
I've had many plans since then that have fallen through. And I got over it.
I don't get too upset about it.
Plans are never final for me. Things change at the last minute. I hate to plan things ahead. I just try to make it day by day.
It has made me into a very patient person.
I don't mind when plans change...
Anymore...
<3 RIP Daddy
Sooz
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