Evening ladies and gents,
That was so lame, but whatever… I attempted to spice it up.
…Some. Haha! Anyways, like always I haven’t written a new post in a while but
today something really got me. Here is a super short background story to this
post: my dad and I loved shooting
stars. I remember growing up and during meteor showers he would wake me up so we
could sneak out, being careful to not wake up my mom, and watch all the
shooting stars. Great memories, that’s what that is. Well, ever since he passed
away back in 2005… and since I could drive, I have my moments when I like to
ask my dad a really important question. I like to ask my dad if he’s proud of
me and if I’m on the right track of what I should be doing with my life. The
first time I looked up into the night sky and asked my dad those questions was
after I had a date with my ex. I was praying I could have a sign that my dad
was proud of me, if he approved of my ex, and if he was just simply happy with
whom I had become. Within minutes of asking that question, I looked up into the
sky and saw a shooting star. Now, I have always had a tendency not to believe
things right away… and I’m sure my dad knew that… because as I questioned
whether or not I had just seen the shooting star, another one shot across the
sky. It was the most beautiful sign I could ever receive. At that moment, I
quit questioning. I knew my daddy was proud of me; after all… he answered me
the best way he knew how. Since then I haven’t questioned any signs. This may
be cheesy but it means a lot to me, and it has happened a few times after that
night as well. Like tonight! I was driving home tonight from my house to my
aunt and uncle’s house and it was just one of those weeks where I had to ask.
For some reason, I’ve been slightly down in the dumps… but hey! That’s life;
sometimes it gets the best of us when we know it shouldn’t. Tonight
as I looked up into the sky during my night drive home, I asked my dad:
dad, are you proud of me? Am I who you
would want me to be? Am I doing what I was meant to do with my life? Honestly, I got bummed out. I didn’t see
the shooting star tonight within minutes, and that was the first time that had
happened since I started asking him that question. I know it had only been like
the fourth time I asked, but I got use to seeing, what I thought, was his sign
of approval. I cranked my music back up and tried to clear my mind, I was
deeply troubled. As if my week hadn’t already thrown some curveballs at me.
Now, my dad wasn’t always around when we lived with my mom, but I remember that
he never let me down. NEVER. Even though he passed away almost 8 years ago, he still has yet
to let me down. Within 7-10 minutes, I let out a huge sigh, looked into the sky
and I saw my dad’s sign of approval. A beautiful, bright, clear, shooting star.
Yours truly,
Clair Kwahadi Parker
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| My daddy and I in Sweden. <3 |
