The little things
The simple days are the hardest. The days where you just drive and your mind wonders.. it wonders down all the hallways that you may have forgotten about in your mind that become open after you see that one object, person, building or anything that reminds me of my father. Even a certain smell reminds me of him, for me its cement and other construction materials, since that was his job.
Most of the time when I see these things or smell these things or think of these things I get so happy because I am overwhelmed of amazing memories that have slipped my mind. The little things. But its always the little things that make it the hardest. For example holidays and other major events I prepare myself for, I am ready to be sad and depressed so I can bear with the pain better. Its those days that it just hits you that are always the hardest for me.
Today it was the sun out and my Ipod blasting great 70’s hits and I drove past a couple of masons on the way to school. Things like this are what choke me up, I am not ready and I cant help but cry. I do not sob, well sometimes I do, but I feel that a cry every now and then is a good thing. I just got hit with memories of working outside and having a great time with my father, having great conversations and loving every second I was doing this work with him. I guess in life though that it’s the little things that can have the biggest effect on you
