August 23, 2010
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The Last Song
Good evening Xanga. I wanted to blog about this before it left my mind.
I just watched The Last Song, and spent the last half of the movie with a giant lump in my throat, and crying.
I watch sad movies like this, and sometimes I think about my dad dying. I couldn’t even imagine. I think I would be lost without my dad. I’ve lived with him most of my life.
When I was 10 and 11, my dad and I lived kind of close to the Mall of America. Every other weekend I went to my mom’s. Every weekend I was with my father, we would get on the bus (he didn’t have a car at the time) and go to MOA. We would go to the Barnes and Noble. He would always let me get a book. I would spend a lot of time, just looking at my choices. I always walked away with The Baby-Sitters Club, Sweet Valley High, an R.L. Stine book. On the way home on the bus, I would start the adventure the book offered. It was just us, for 2 years.
We haven’t always gotten along. I’ve said some very hurtful things to him in anger. But I love him. He’s one of the very few people in this world that I love. He’s had some health problems in recent years, and it only makes me realize that he won’t be here forever. He’s only 46, but I fear him dying too young. I don’t think I would ever be ready for his death.
I don’t know why I think about these things. Maybe it’s because I fear being alone, even though I isolate myself.
I don’t know.
Comments (7)
I thought my dad almost died a year ago. Try and mend it, that is what I am trying to do.
the book was hard to get through. the last 100 or so pages i was bawling. i could not imagine losing my father either. i hope you feel better. ((hugs))
That’s a great memory
Despite all the things that have happened, good and bad, he is the only dad you have. My dad died a few years ago. Yeah I am still angry with him over some things but I did get to talk it out with him. I didn’t say everything I wanted but I got answers to some questions so I have some peace and I have no regrets. I remember riding in my dads truck on a saturday morning- he took me to work with him for a few hours, I was about 7 or 8. I remember being so excited that I got to be with him. He had a great sense of humor.
My father died when I was 23. Before he passed, he and I sorted out some personal issues. It felt as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I’m hoping he felt the same way. I miss him even though we bumped heads quite often.
P.S. We still have the R.L. Stine books at our library. Gotta love the Goosebumps series!
It is a very touching movie and I cried through it.
What an awesome memory!
OMG! RL Stine was one of my faves when I was younger.