I used to call my father a "broken record".
He used to nag, nag, nag, nag, nag...
Looking back now, of course, his advice was wise and invaluable.
In fact, I find myself sounding like him. My ex used to call me "Harry" because I started becoming him.
I never leave the house without turning off all the lights.
I'm never late for anything. When I golf, I hear his voice saying,"look at the back of the ball", "follow through", and I find myself walking along the deep rough looking for stray golf balls.
Dad would always tell me to "take the police test", "take the fireman's test"...
"but I don't want to run into burning buildings", "I don't want to carry a gun!"
If he was still alive, I would be begging him for advice, not tuning him out like I did when I was a little "know-it-all" punk-ass fool.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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