This is a rant that I would put on my blog but I have forgotten my username and password. Hahaha.
I woke up today to a text from Darth Vader. (My Mum).
"Hey Bud. You okay?"
I show my wife and I say "what's up with her? Haha"
After like 20 minutes of our short conversation I realize what day it is. It's my Dads birthday. I sat down to think about it. Just the other night I was talking to Emily about how I'm so mad I never gave him a good gift and how I'll never have that chance to make up for it! His last birthday that I was there for (October 12 2013) I gave him adult diapers, condoms and a movie. I don't even remember what movie. I look back and I'm just so angry about it.
With today being what day it is, I thought I would be a lot more sad. It's been 669 days since the accident that forever has changed my life. In many bad ways, but also many good ways.
I'm not saying I'm happy about it, but I'm grateful for the accident. If the accident didn't happen, I would have been miserable on the rest of my mission like I was for the first year. I also, wouldn't be married to the love of my life and have a small family of my own right now.
I'm not sad as often as I used to be. I don't think about them as much. But when I do, the teas come. I embrace them. It reminds me of how much I love them and they love me.
I will forever be grateful that my Dad gave me the best present ever. He fixed my small broken family when I was 8 years old. He was and is the best Dad that i could have ever wanted. And I know that I can give him the perfect gift. I can give him a son to be proud of.
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