Just watch it. It’s so worth the two minutes of your life, I promise. Hahah, oh people.
THIS. THIS IS AMAZING.
OH MY MOTHERFUCKING ALLAH
12 months. 12 months. 12 months. Then everything changes, and while of course there’s a little bit of fear, there’s a lot more excitement. So let’s dive right in kids, because we only live life once. Make it count.
I share this mainly to just express my thoughts. If you happen to read it, then I hope you can gain some advantage in life from it.
Today, I had the opportunity to go see my dads grave after attending the funeral of one of my friend’s dad. There was definitly some deja vu, walking from the funeral of someones dad, to the site where my dad is buried. I’d like to think I’m a mostly happy person, it takes a lot to make me cry, and even talking about my dad or visiting the grave usualy isn’t enough to phase my outlook. Today, something was different. The moment I spotted the black granite in the corner of the cemetary, I started to lose it. Looking down on the text “beloved Husband, Brother, Son, Fater, Friend” was when there was no turning back. My father was the greatest man I’ve ever known. He was a laywer, and was going into some debt problems because he refused to pressure people into paying when they owed him money. In the eight years I knew him, He was as good as a father could be. I’m not saying he spolied me, I got spanked, but looking back I find that worn out saying “it hurts me more than you” was really true. He was dying for a son, and I can’t believe I was the reward to a man as great as he was.
So I let myself cry. I picked up the lone leaf laying on the stone and threw it aside landing next to the FSU flag he would have requested if he could. But then, probably two minutes later, I walked away. I stopped crying, I wiped my eyes. While I still love my father as much, if not more, than I did on December 11th, 2001, I understand everything happens for a reason. I can’t change what happened to him, so I need to keep living my life as he would expect me to, and live in the comfort of knowing that December 11th, 2001 was not the last time I will ever see him. For the past 7 years, he’s been looking down on me smiling, waiting with the rest of heaven for the day I’ll join him, guiding me through my life.
Donald Warren Weidner was the best person I will ever know.
I love you dad.
