The old guy was over for xmas. Something was bothering me the whole time he was here and I couldn't put my finger on it. It's been about a year since I seen him last.
We spent some good time together. I am grateful for the time. My old man is as unique as anything. He is indescribable. Frugal to the nth degree, but has some money. A little twisted on politics. A lot twisted. Hard as nails in his views and tougher than superglue. I bet you he sill thinks he could kick Mike Tysons a$$. LOL.
I aint perfect, and I get lazy, and careless and what not. But I could survive anything that comes my way because of his influence. He's a unique guy.
I figured out what was bothering me. And this was really nawing at me for the last couple of weeks since he went home. Here it is. He's gray, he's a fit and trim older version of himself. I see age in him. I see the aches and pains and I see the little signs he's becoming an old man. I have never seen him in a reduced capacity till now. It has really hit me. It's a thing where you just realize life will take it's course.
It was sort of a premonition to me. It said "get off your a$$ and get to it" Start living.