bird poops on plum branch

buster


Buster Benson

No advice column.


Previous Entry Share Next Entry
16 years ago
bird poops on plum branch
buster
Cross-posted on Zero to baby:

------

My father passed away from complications from lung cancer 16 years and 2 days ago. Here he is...

My dad

One year, five months, and one day from now will be the point in my life where I have been without him as long as I was with him. In my literary mind, it makes sense to me that I’ll be at the very beginning of my own fatherhood at that point.

He was a great father. I miss him.

------

And, over here...

Every year, on the anniversary of my father's death, I usually go back and read all the things I've written about him in the past, and soak up the feeling of missing, of sadness, of the temporary nature of life, etc. At one point I wrote a long essay on my father, but I don't know where that essay is anymore. Probably on one of those floppy disks in storage... hmm... seems strangely appropriate to the topic. There are also several posts from the last few years (and an Amazon occasion reminder).

It's always weird going back and reading old writing. Now that I've got posts going 10 years back (here's the oldest one I have, from October 3rd, 1999) (the ones from 1998 got deleted when I got kicked off diaryland). Of course, all the links are broken, and the site that the posts were originally on is also broken. I've just been archiving each site since 1999, and am curious how long it'll be before it all gets neglected or lost or deleted accidentally.

All is vain, my pinwheel's name. Nothing is new under the sun. From dust to dust, etc.

And on the flipside, enjoy the sun, sweep the dust, appreciate the moments.

  • 1
given the age you were at his passing, how did that alter you over the next few years?

did your mother ever remarry, or has she remained single since?

Well, it turned me from a depressed, cynical, Morrissey and Cure loving suburban kid into a "shit life is short I better start getting things done" 1st year college Freshman who didn't drink or do drugs like everyone else. Painted a lot of bad paintings and wrote a lot of bad poetry too, but also got my general ambition kicked into gear.

My mom is now dating someone, sorta, I think. It's difficult to tell sometimes. But she hasn't re-married. She opened a sushi restaurant and started a new life as a business woman.

This post made me want to give you a big hug. HUG!!!

  • 1
?

Log in

No account? Create an account