triggered from a time stamp
12:22am.
dont know how long it will take me to publish this.
but I clicked my phones "on" button, it didnt come on. annoyed I pressed harder. The display came on.
12:22am.
and I have people I want to reply to.
but that, time...
I gotta write this out first,
Im brought back to christmas time after my dad died. the glowing lights... i put up christmas lights that first year...never felt it much after....but,
i was on some sort of school christmas break, and i felt the warm glow of the christmas lights, and....it just felt so warm. i got to stay up late and do what I wanted
i was making chocolate chip pancakes.
my mom was at work.
no one else was home.
my pancakes started to burn.
i panicked and ran with the pan to the back door...
i held the screen door open with my left hand....and flapped the pan up and down outside with my right hand..
well....pan met my left wrist.
a seared burn right in the bone.
and its actually still there....i guess almost 20 years now.
and in a weird way it helps me remember my dad so I dont mind.
but its so odd that we have these random memories that stick.
and good or bad....especially if bad... can you move past them?
EDIT: i would almost get it tattooed on me just to keep him alive.
just, anything
dont know how long it will take me to publish this.
but I clicked my phones "on" button, it didnt come on. annoyed I pressed harder. The display came on.
12:22am.
and I have people I want to reply to.
but that, time...
I gotta write this out first,
Im brought back to christmas time after my dad died. the glowing lights... i put up christmas lights that first year...never felt it much after....but,
i was on some sort of school christmas break, and i felt the warm glow of the christmas lights, and....it just felt so warm. i got to stay up late and do what I wanted
i was making chocolate chip pancakes.
my mom was at work.
no one else was home.
my pancakes started to burn.
i panicked and ran with the pan to the back door...
i held the screen door open with my left hand....and flapped the pan up and down outside with my right hand..
well....pan met my left wrist.
a seared burn right in the bone.
and its actually still there....i guess almost 20 years now.
and in a weird way it helps me remember my dad so I dont mind.
but its so odd that we have these random memories that stick.
and good or bad....especially if bad... can you move past them?
EDIT: i would almost get it tattooed on me just to keep him alive.
just, anything