August. Finally.

The summer has had it's ups and downs. The downs have definitely outweighed the ups. Last week my dad had a stroke. To those who know him it didn't come as too much of a surprise. He's drinks, he smokes, he's hot tempered and lives on a red meat diet. His mother died from heart disease and he never, ever sees a dr. With all of this said you'd think I would have taken this event a lot lighter, but I didn't. It totally served as a wake up call. Wake up and make your dad proud, sort of wake up call. Hurry and appreciate him while he's alive, be sure and spend more time with him, etc... I will admit I am not the best daughter, I mean our relationship was a total mess for about 10 years of my life and I can say that I felt hate towards him at times. Now that I am older I understand things a bit better and accept the fact that parents aren't perfect. We shouldn't judge them or their decisions, we should just be happy we moved out of the house (for those of us who have managed to move out). Anyway I have to make more of an effort to spend time with my dad, and mom.