My dad and I went on an impromptu five-county road trip on Saturday. We ate at the Waffle House and then he took me to the farm where he says he spent the happiest days of his life. It was very sad for Dad - those two barn structures are all that remain of the home he knew, and that creek used to be obscurred by a covered bridge (Pop wanted to show me where he had carved his initials in the bridge in 1949) and that rubble pile was formerly his two room schoolhouse. I hated seeing my father sad, but the trip has planted thoughts of destiny and legacies and “home” in my head and I think I have to write them all out. I just can’t find a proper starting point and I’m being a chump and letting that hold me back.
Then we did a lap on 270 just for shits and giggles, and then I had a low blood sugar attack and almost passed out in H&M. Good times.
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mesencephalon said:
I can’t believe how unbelievably jealous I am of you right now. Well, not that you got to see your dad sad and stuff but that you got to spend time with him and see such wonderful places and be with him and blaajhdsg9sd8hsdh
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