I’ll Always Remember.

As I walk along I'm reminded.
Your face is a constant backdrop to my mind.
I close my eyes and your face, full of laughter, looks back at me.

I'll always remember.
The last time I heard your laugh.
I can still feel your hand close around mine as we walk along.
Your advice ringing through my head reminds me that I'm never alone.

I'll always remember.
Your voice, a constant encouragement, "Atta Girl!!!"
I know that with you looking over me I can achieve it all.

I'll always remember.
A man so happy to be alive,
A man who loved his family and would through eternity.

I'll always remember.
Your lessons, sometimes vague, but always firm.
Every moment a lesson.

I'll always remember.
A story every day.
Even told more than once, just as thrilling as the first.

I'll always remember.
Your love, constant and never failing.
Not just with words but always with actions.

As I go through live I'll always remember.
I'll live my life to the fullest, have fun today,
Because time is precious and each day is a gift.
I'll always remember.
I love you Papa!!!




I have always defined myself as a writer. Not everyone does, but I do. The hardest thing since December has been my inability to really write. To write on the one topic I've wanted to write on. I'm surprised that a school assignment inspired me to write this, but nonetheless it did and I finally feel like I've written something worth reading. The assignment was to write a poem (non-rhyming) to accompany an art print. Here's the print.

A day of FuN!

Procrastination is the worst trait to have. I mean I know I do it, so why don't I stop right? I know that at some point we've all done it, and maybe there's some deep seeded reason for it. So here I am 18 days away from the official end of the term and I have 1 paper due on Tuesday, 1 paper due on Wednesday, 3 papers due by the 2nd of June, and 4 papers due by the 4th of June. That doesn't include the small papers that should be a cake to finish, nor does it include my teaching practicum for my PE class. Or my two finals I have to take. I know that one day I'm going to look back at this and laugh my head off. I mean seriously who puts 11 papers off until the last minute? I guess the answer to that question is me.
So the real reason for my desire to get on here and start typing, other than to put my papers off some more, and get my brain working, is that I had an amazing time the other day. There's a girl I work with who's deaf, and through her I've improved my sing language skills ten fold. Her birthday is today and so she had her party recently. I met her at her house at 8:30 in the morning and got to meet her boyfriend, Joel, and her friends Cruz, Kelsey, Mira and Jesse. We all went paintballing. I'd never been before, but I had a blast. There were five of us in Brenna's truck as we went to meet the other two at the location. We played for four hours and then went to red robin for lunch. From there we went back to Brenna's and separated into our various cars and went to Kelsey's house. There I got to meet Kelsey's parents and we played Gestures. I'd played the game before, but not using sign language. That was a bit tougher let me tell you. It was really good practice though. By the time we left Kelsey's house it was after 8pm and I was ready for bed!!! I have a few bruises, but they're not too bad, well the one on my leg is kinda gross and in a bad spot, but the pain was worth the fun that I had. :)

A Great Cadet Lost

I'm not even sure what to write. I never thought that facebook could be the way that I find out that I've lost someone in my life. I logged on tonight after work to the worst possible scenario. I use facebook to keep up with those who are living the lives, at least part of them, that I wish I could. The one thing that truly linked my Papa and I. I use it to keep up with the Cadets that I was in AFROTC with. There were a select few of us when I was there known as 250s. Those of us who were combining our 100 and 200 years into one crowded year. Ben, Nicole, Aaron and I were four of the five. I can't for the life of me remember the name of the fifth, only the details about him. I've followed the careers (though still in the program) of Ben, Nicole & Aaron through myspace and facebook. When I logged on tonight the pictures of many of the cadets had changed.... all to pictures of Ben. More specifically in memory of Cadet Ben Gerling. At first I thought it was a joke. I mean Ben was such an amazing man, he knew how to pick people up. He knew what he wanted and did whatever it took to get it. I still don't know what happened...

I have an answer, well as much of one as I'll ever get regarding the situation. He committed suicide during the first part of May.