Forgetting to Remember Pops

Sometimes, it seems that life moves so fast that your past gets ahead of your future - so far ahead, indeed, that you can’t see it anymore despite how much it shaped what you are barrelling towards.

Today happens to be one of those days. It happens to be the day that my dad passed away, some 7 years ago now. I don’t really know how it slipped my mind. I would like to blame it on the hectic travel and my lack of proper rest. I’d love to blame it on my busy schedule with work and catching up. I’d like to blame it on something, but I can’t.

I forgot. Where is my head. I don’t know much of that these days. I definitely feel like the world is slipping out of my hands in many different directions - grabbing at sand it might be said. All I know is there’s more on my mind than business - though that’s got its share of issues and is burning more cycles than others.

I was reminded by my mom - she didn’t go today either. She is generally scared to go to the cemetery on her own. She didn’t know I got home yesterday - maybe I didn’t either. Dunno.

I’m disappointed with myself is what it boils down to. Where’s the other end of that rainbow when you need it?