When I had had enough of trying, this is the guy who said to me, "Life is a shit sandwich. Sometimes you just have to take a bite & chew". He is the one I can call in the middle of the night because he doesn't go to bed until 3 am. He also has a machete in case he needs to cut down "bananas". You just never know...
Today is his birthday. He is a Pisces. If you're not familiar with the shorthand of astrology, being a Pisces means he:
- likes to daydream & stare out the window
- likes to escape & has a "rich" inner world
- prefers to go bed late and get up late
- moves & speaks when he feels inspired to
- is well-informed
- reads anything that is in front of him-- milk carton included
- is a true friend to the underdog
- will accept you warts and all
A word to the wise: Don't try and be slick around him or hide behind schmaltz and pretense. He can smell bullshit from a mile away.
So long as you're yourself you can hang. And if you haven't figured it out yet, it's worth it.
This guy is my Dad, his name is Kevin. He had a strong hand in shaping who I am, especially my humor and understanding of the human condition. Despite life handing him well over his share of shit sandwiches, he has managed to not wear it on his sleeve or take his life's bad dealings and shove it in your face. As a matter of fact, you'd probably be surprised by what he has survived. He takes his life's experiences and makes them useful; if they're not useful he gets rid of them. He says smart things like, "An event is just a piece of information. You can decide what to do with it".
It's no secret. I lucked out in the Parent Department .
Dad, Thanks for always continuing to move forward and never forgetting what it's like to be my age.
Happy Birthday! -XO Amy