I hate this week.
The first week of December is always tough for me. Correction, it’s fucking tough. 3 years ago as I type this we were burying my dad and I think that its this anniversary that I’m having the most issues with it. Not because I’m going all mental or anything along those lines but its more of the anger phase. I think of everything that has happened over the last year and that he wasn’t around for it. Most importantly he never got to hold his grandson whom I know would be spoiled beyond belief. I guess I’m more upset that Teaspoon won’t get to know him but the ironic thing, I think he does. I wont go into details and freak all yinz out but I know dad is around. I can fell when he’s in the room and even creepier, I can smell his cologne. So even with my anger comes some peace. Teaspoon has a guardian angel and there is no one else better for the job.
Quite a few key life events happened this week that I’ll share and why I usually drop off the world for a bit.
- December 5, 1998 – Moved from Erie to Pittsburgh and into my first solo apt in beautiful South Oakland. damn smelly hippies.
- December 5, 2006 – Dad has massive heart attack while snow blowing for 3 hours so the shut-ins could get visitors. Rushed to ER and put on life support.
- December 6, 2006 – Dad officially passes around 7:21am. My world becomes simply a huge can of wtf
- December 7, 1998 – Started my first day at FORE Systems. I expected it to be a 3 month internship, not 10 years of employment
- December 9, 2006 – Dad is buried on a day of freezing cold temps and a majestic snowfall. Ceremony concluded with military gun salute and mom is presented with an American Flag.
It was also during this week in 2005 that I first toyed with the idea of starting this new thing called a podcast. I wouldn’t record anything until Jan 20, 2006 in what became the first recording of Father Spoon. We all know what happened from there…
