1] The birth of my three sons. My life changed for the better the very first time I held "Mistah Bhoy" in my arms for the first time. I wept tears so deep and expressive, simply because there simply were not the words of eternal gratitude to express what I was feeling.
2] The death of my dad. Actually, I was on auto-pilot for about six-weeks afterwards... twas just my subconscious way of coping with the grief. However, one evening after a meeting I was at, I literally just lost it and had to pull the car to a complete stop.
I howled. I screamed. I slammed my fists into the wheel. "No! No! NO!" I couldn't see for the tears flooding my eyes.
Just thinking about it brings a tear to my eyes...
It passed after about 2 minutes... I guess I just really needed to let all that out (obviously), and I felt 1,000% better afterwards. I wasn't consciously not grieving for my dad before that point, I just had never experienced anything like that before, and i guess i was just coping by keeping busy. I'm not sure.
I don't think I've really ever got-over the passing of my dad. I loved him, and had no negative or hostile things to say to him the last time I saw him. I just miss him as he was always a good friend for me. I just really miss having an old mate to talk to somedays.
3] Is an incident I did in 1985, that I refuse to talk about here. Sorry, but I've gotta set some personal boundaries, even in a place like this. Needless to say it's totally negatively affected the rest of my life as a result.
Peas be with ewe
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