live with no regrets?
I've always hated that question: What's one thing you've done that you regret. Everytime someone asks that question...honestly a million thoughts come to mind! Of course you've always got the one tool that says, "Well I don't have any regrets because I don't think that's the way you should live your life without regreting anything....blah blah blah." barf. Everyone has regrets and I don't believe that is anything to be ashamed of.
This isn't as random as you think. It actually sprouted from another question I had with a friend. But during this discussion with my friend...I figured out the one thing I regret most in life. It's not so much as a regret...as a missed memory.
The thing I regret the most...is that I don't remember my dad. I remember vaguely how he smelled...but I have no idea what his voice sounded like. I can't remember the last conversation we had. I can't remember the last car he owned. I can't remember the last movie we watched together. I can't remember the last time I saw him..normally. I can't remember the last Christmas we had. I can't remember the last birthday present he got me. I can't remember. It eats at me everyday that such valuable memories of my childhood are gone. I can never bring those back. never. not even close.
Guys you have to cherrish your parents. I love my mom more than anything..and I thank God everyday that I have such an amazing mom who has done so much for me and shelb. But at the same time...there will always be that void. I know your thinking that this is just a divorced family kid rant...but it's so much more than that. This is different. Remember the little things...because they mean more to you than you know...until they are gone.
This isn't as random as you think. It actually sprouted from another question I had with a friend. But during this discussion with my friend...I figured out the one thing I regret most in life. It's not so much as a regret...as a missed memory.
The thing I regret the most...is that I don't remember my dad. I remember vaguely how he smelled...but I have no idea what his voice sounded like. I can't remember the last conversation we had. I can't remember the last car he owned. I can't remember the last movie we watched together. I can't remember the last time I saw him..normally. I can't remember the last Christmas we had. I can't remember the last birthday present he got me. I can't remember. It eats at me everyday that such valuable memories of my childhood are gone. I can never bring those back. never. not even close.
Guys you have to cherrish your parents. I love my mom more than anything..and I thank God everyday that I have such an amazing mom who has done so much for me and shelb. But at the same time...there will always be that void. I know your thinking that this is just a divorced family kid rant...but it's so much more than that. This is different. Remember the little things...because they mean more to you than you know...until they are gone.
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