Being a Workaholic

Being a workaholic just wasn’t cutting it for me so I decided to move down here to the south so I wouldn’t have to worry about the rat race up in NYC. I loved it there but I needed more sunshine and a slower pace of life so I picked up everything and came down here. I love my new house and I’ve been working pretty tirelessly to make it wonderful and I just can’t wait until it’s perfect so I can throw a housewarming partyand invite everyone in. It’s nice being able to own your own place without having anyone tell you what you can and can’t do to it and I know that it won’t be long before I break down and hire a decorator because I have no style. I can do things like get wireless internet providers Charlotte and talk to the garbage pickup people but when it comes to which curtains go with what paint color I just have no idea at all.

Goodbye Papa

     Papa, as we fondly call our dad has been a man of too much care and concern for his family. I remember the days when I was still growing up, he always do all his best to provide us the best he can. He will try to bear all difficult tasks to make things easy and handy. He will do all arrangements in order to be present in all special occassions of our life. In short, I remember Papa as a loving father who loves me above all else.
     Despite of almost perfect image of our father, he also got some shortcomings. There are times that he suffered some sublimation that he just would like to think of what is good to himself. It created havoc in our then smooth sailing family life. I am already a young professional who was watching Papa from a distance losing his drive and enthusiasm in life. He become moody and won't like to do things. He lost not only his drive in life but also his self esteem. This phase of our family cycle did not affect our love and respect to Papa. We tried to understand him and we kept hoping that he will once again find the spark of life in him.
    Finally, four years ago we were rejoicing and were so happy because Papa get back into his feet and decided to start his business. He opened a little grocery store which made him and our mother reignite their friendship. It is a joy to know that we once again have our father back. No more tears and difficult years. Everyone was happy.
     However, fate has its own plans. By the twist of events , he suffered stroke last Christmas. He battled for his life for two months and finally, succumb to death last February 07. Personally, it is devastating in my part. It is hard to absorb the news but eventually, the truth is undeniable. My father is gone. I love him so much and I miss him too. He might be gone but in my heart he stays as my loving father.