Sometimes in life, we deal with people who think they know what's best for you. THINK being the operative word here. I don't give much thought to most people and their opinions, even if they are blood. As of late, I have decided to adopt the just say nothing theory. Which, if you know me, isn't an easy thing for moi to do. But as I've reached 900 years of living, people and their comments, tirades, judgements, just don't matter to me anymore. I was debating having a conversation with one person after their judgemental texts and comments and then I thought, 'why bother?' It's not going to change my thinking, her thinking and the only thing it will accomplish is keeping the words flying around. And I just don't care to rehash the same old convo, or diatribe. Walking away just seems to be the best option for me. No muss, no fuss.
This past Thursday, April 11, 2013, was the 1 year anniversary of my Dad's passing. On some level it seems longer and another it seems like yesterday. I started the day off pretty much the same way I did the year before. I woke up and started packing up the dresser I missed, I packed up his bathroom with the stuff I had left and I did the closets. I found some books about the history of the Gators and the Dodgers. Luckily, I have friends with these interests so the books found a good home. I packed up the Dolphin items I found and again, I have a friend with that interest. Dad would be pleased that we were able to pass them along to our friends. My Dad was all about sharing with those you love and care about. My Dad was a quiet man when he wasn't drinking. He kept to himself and talked softly. But a few drinks in and he was the life of the party. Talking to anyone and everyone, laughing (loudly) and he always had a big smile on his face. My Dad was a fun guy to talk with. You liked his teams and you were never getting out of a convo. He could go on and on about the Gators, Dodgers, Timmy Tebow, Danny Marino, Shula, omg, you name it. My Dad was well versed in different interests. He liked watching the Weather Channel, on mute no less, which used to annoy the living crap out of the rest of us. I get annoyed when I watch local news and they show the weather at the airport, my comment ALWAYS is 'NO ONE LIVES AT THE AIRPORT, WHO CARES WHAT THE WEATHER IS THERE?' My ex would just laugh at me, but it seemed like a stupid point to make with us viewers.
My Mum has decided, now that the year has come and gone, that she will sell the Chattanooga house and move closer to her daughters and grand kids. I, for one, cannot wait. It will be nice to have her for regular weekly dinners or have her close enough if the kids want to go visit. My Mum is a spry 75 year old, but like all of us know, life is short. Shizz happens in the blink of an eye. Wouldn't it be nicer to be 15 minutes away vs 2:15 minutes away? I vote yes.
