My father and I at Easy Street, Thursday, 4/10/08
My goodness. I'm hourly at work now and really should be there making money, but I feel like I've been run over by a tractor. It's not just the time change, but the effect of the amazing technicolor dreamcoat experience known as my family. My father being the eldest of 11, there are so many of them. Were I to try to list all my cousins, I'd probably come up with different names each time. Just oodles of people, all coming at you in a random, chaotic non-order. It's all love, except when it's not, and it's loud no matter what.
I kind of have to gather it all, but I do want to talk about it some later. For now I can say that I'm happy my father is alright, and that I wholeheartedly thank you guys for your wonderful support. I'm glad some of you were reminded of family members in my description of my father! It's nice to know there's a character in (nearly) every family.
In the end, my father will be my father. Actually, he'll be Eric, himself. He will continue, as he likes to say, to test his resolve; drinking, smoking, getting high, gambling, running the streets, philosophizing, fighting with and looking out for his family (no one I know loves family more than my father does), giving us shit, and taking a break from it all when he feels like he needs to. One night, my sister cried to me, What are we gonna do about Dad? I said to her, We're going to let Dad be Dad, and we're going to love him no matter what. That's what we're gonna do.