the passing of my
Father
Current weather in Curaçao (Apr 23, 2012)
He had just turned 84 and was enjoying a cruise in the Caribbean.
The report was made 29 minutes ago, at 16:00 UTC. The wind was blowing at a speed of 5,7 meters per second (12,7 miles per hour) from east (090°). The atmospheric pressure was 1011 hPa (29.85 inHg). The relative humidity was 70,5 %. There were scattered clouds at a height of 640 meters (2100 feet). The overall visibility was greater than 10 kilometers (6.2 miles).
The year went by in a flash! It kind of sneaked up on me. I was even watching the date, when the day came there really was no thought about it until I read my Uncle e-mail. Now the realization has set in. One full year since my father moved on. Wow! My only thought at this moment, will it get any easier? I could only imagine becoming worse, not because I’m thinking negative, the family was held together by this man as strange as it sound if you know something about are family history. Through the time growing up I learned to love and hate someone at the same time. What a strange statement! I should be up in Burnaby putting flowers on his grave. As I think about it, I wonder if anybody in the family has took the time and made an effort to go, to his final resting spot? Whenever I ride into that cemetery the trucks come running with a couple of cemetery employees to ask what I’m doing? After a simple explanation, they move off to a short distance and keep watch until I leave the property. Yes what a wonderful life I live, full of mistrust, drugging and what ever! Personally I should not complain I always have what need and often get what I want, so how could I complain with a life this satisfying, besides I always find a way to complain about something.
Dear father you’re son is delusional at best and when he is preforming you don’t even want to know.
Your Son (toad)
This post was put together with help from my Uncle Albert Jensen
