Laziest days =o]

I enjoy days when i can sleep in. Today I slept in without worry until 11:00. It was joyous. 

I had a strange dream right before i woke up. I was at home and it was during the summer because there were tornados. It was just like i was at home - [mostly] everything in it's rightful place. The one difference was that pops was there and he had just returned from duty and was tired and maybe injured. not sure. 

before the tornado part, it was a little weird. maybe I was at the Beach with the fam or somewhere and I leaned over pops and told him that I loved him and then he said that he loved me too but that he didn't always like me and then I laughed and told him the same thing... [weird.]

anyway, back to the tornados - there were a few of them outside in different areas - one more to the north of Soho, one to the direct and very far away west, and then one came behind the house. I was watching this one and it came really close to the house and I screamed at everyone to get in the basement but no one did so I sat on the stairs - I think ana had come over by then - we we huddled on the bottom step of the stairs - [which would have been really dumb because it was right by the tornado.] I was really pissed at pops because he was just laying on his bed not going to the basement or anything and I was angry that he was just laying there and would have died if the tornado came that way. 

and then I woke up.

sometimes i think about the past in that I never said goodbye to pops before he died.  I sometimes get really angry and upset by the fact that he died and I wasn't there to see him. And also by the callousness of mom's greeting when I got there. And then I wonder if Anna [RD] knew that he had already passed away when she received the phone call.  But then I get mad at myself for not really saying goodbye to what was left of pops. For not shedding any tears. For not showing any emotion. After all of that I wonder why God's plan was not to have me there to see Dad's ending. And because I've never asked about it, I wonder about Andrew and what he saw and how he felt and if he cried. 

All of these things cause me to want to be more of an emotional person, more vulnerable, but the truth is I just can't do it. Not by myself - I need God to work a great miracle in me in order to accomplish this.

Since 2004 I can count on two hand the times when i've really seen any semblance of crying or bawling come from me. 

tracey's funeral - singing amazing grace when putting her physical body in the ground

at sau finding out dad had cancer - during a period of depression and great sadness

kyle's memorial service at SAU - right after pops was diagnosed with cancer - sang 

the bucket list - the end of the movie  - seizing on the ground [reminded me of pops]

talking to alan about all of dad's stuff - reliving the fact that I wasn't there to say goodbye

when E-Shaw passed away - breaking down from everything that had happened in that past week

It's a little crazy. I didn't cry when dad passed away or at his funeral or anything... not around family or friends or acquaintances... I don't think I've even been a real crier-type of person, but I still want to be. Hahaha, not sure if that is weird or not but it is what it is.

There was always, and still is, a tattoo that I wanted. It says "I am what I am by the grace of God". It just reminds me that I am where I am and have become who I am because of God and his guiding and leading and that I should not wish to be different or have lived a different life because then I wouldn't be what I am now. that is pretty inspiring to me. even in the wake of the above written blog.