A Time of Change

Things have changed.

They have, and they have not.

They should change more.

My father is... well, you know. The most natural thing occurred, and he's gone. It'll catch up to me in a while.

But life has changed. Now I have looming prospects for a life with someone and my heart is tugging me all over the place. I guess i'm still keeping it normal, but i'm also trying to change, because it's time. I have to do everything now, because it's the right time.

Still, I get the feeling I can take a bit of time. Let things hit me slowly so I don't hit the wall and slide to the floor in a mess. I'm a bit lazy at cleaning up.

I don't know how to explain it, but I just feel so lucky I had so much time with him. And I feel... I have to be a better man, I have to be...so I can follow his example. So I can be even better than he was to me.

It's a tough job, but I should at least try. So one day when I tell my children I loved my father very much, they will understand what I mean.