I thought I needed hugs and…

I thought I needed hugs and shit but low and behold all I needed to do was write some business. It doesn't change anything with Dad but it moves me forward - the feeling of accomplishing something in the midst of a shitty week. Going to close out my week with new business and relationships, and head to see him for the weekend.

My grandfather (Mom's Dad) loved spooky shit. He and I spent a lot of time together before he passed; I was in the 8th grade. He built model WWI and WWII airplanes, many of which survived Hurricane Katrina. He also drew for me: sharks, Frankenstein, Dracula, bats, witches ... all while telling some made up story to entertain me and pass time. His death was difficult for me. Dad was serving in Desert Storm and was able to come home for the funeral to pay his respects. He was more of a father to him that his own dad was. I still can't believe he was able to come home for that weekend.

At any rate, and I don't know how we got on the subject, but prior to the latest doctor's visit, we were trying to think of a song my PawPaw use to sing. I found it and we were only able to listen to some of the song as some weird feeling had set in. I won't link it, but the name of the song is "The Hearse Song" by Rusty Cage. So friggen morbid, I know. Maybe I'll bring some real gospel music to Dad this weekend. Bluegrass hymns, How Great Thou Art, etc. Makes up for the lurking darkness and the inevitable as the doctors say. I wish I still had my old bass guitar. I still remember how to play some of the songs.

Hey, it's going to be a great weekend for us. Some people have grudges against their parents and parents against their child(ren). Not us. That's all water under the bridge and part of the journey. Such a beautiful feeling.

#humuhumunukunukuāpuaʻa

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