My one tweet on November 27, 2010 (around 11:58 AM) went something along the lines of “And, here we go...” as I caught a glimpse of her in her wedding dress...
Even as she left, she left confused. Full of regrets. I saw it. I was confused. Angry. Frustrated with the entire situation as precious life days kept ticking away and I saw no solution.
But, as the days went by, I believe that she did see it. And what made her do what she did was a reaction to her knowing she did nothing to change on her part. She was afraid. Afraid she had nothing to offer back.
As we shared our first alcoholic drink together (ever!), I looked at him and told him that I was scared. And that I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I wasn’t sure I had a vision of myself for the future.
He also reminded me that no matter what he and my mom would always be there in case I needed any guidance along the way as “life could get difficult at times.”
Seven years ago today, I spoke to my dad about life and if it gets difficult as the years go by. He said “Yes.” And that “I would know exactly what to do as the days went by.”