It is the evening of Tuesday January 4th, 2011. I am writing under the influence of coffee, the urge and needing to.
My last piece I wrote (unpublished via net) pertained to my father's death. There's so much that comes to my mind on the subject... but I'm just not ready to write about every detail that comes to mind.
With father's death just before Christmas, the anticipation of celebrating the holiday and the new year was definitely something to look forward too. The holidays went by fast, and now I feel I call this period "the long haul". It is very quiet in the home, and without Dad's presence around... his absence is kicking in. I am struggling with going out in public and finding myself with my head low. I feel I could break into tears just walking down the street of our village; walking his dog.
I find myself alone, staring where his study/desk is... asking in dead silence, "Dad, where are you?" and tear up.
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There's so much I want to say about life and current happenings with my family which is consisting of mother, and my older sister, Brittany.
Today though, I found myself in conversation with Victor, from Tobati, Paraguay. It brings me much happiness to talk to people from my birth country. In a way that seems odd to describe other than saying the way that it is... it brings me hope. We talked about the languages, culture, soccer, and he complimented me on my knowledge of the country... in which I feel is very little, but of all countries... publications on Paraguay are a rare find. I have two books I peep into periodically.
I need to wrap up, walk Black Jack, and call it a night!
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