tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14101802012-02-06T13:21:06.646-06:00The ongoing search for answers to as of yet unknown questions.Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00584194479017392110noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410180.post-16185512000-12-10T13:56:00.000-06:002000-12-10T13:56:27.353-06:00

There's this sort of uneasiness that I feel. It's like an unwanted companion that follows me around wherever I go. He's constantly tugging at the edges of my soul as if he were trying to tell me something: maybe point out that I passed something by, or left behind something of importance. But like a child he either can't say what it is, or I can't understand what he's trying to tell me.

Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00584194479017392110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410180.post-14615242000-11-25T12:50:00.000-06:002000-11-25T12:50:31.900-06:00

Denial is a powerful thing.

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DadI can recall sitting on the stoop outside the restaurant's kitchen door where my dad worked. During his breaks, he'd open the screen door, step outside and stretch; sometimes he'd bring me something to eat and there were even times when he'd sit with me. I don't remember much more than that. I can not say whether we talked, or whether we bonded. I can only say that it is how I choose to

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