Today is my father's birthday. I think about him often and I believe that he is happy in Heaven, watching over us. When he passed away, I didn't believe that I had any regrets about him. I hope that I treated him with respect and kindness. I regret now not getting to know him better and documenting more about his life. I don't remember him as the old guy he was at the end. I remember him when he was younger and vibrant and full of life and fun; holding my hand walking down a beach somewhere. I miss you, daddy. I hope that you are dancing to jazz and eating seafood up in Heaven with all your friends and pets that you loved. I think this is how he wants me to remember him.
American semi-Kuwaiti living, working, eating, boating, and observing in Kuwait. Born in America, but raised with Kuwaitis, I get culture shock on both continents. No one understands me, but my dog, and she still gives me strange looks once in a while.
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I danced in the desert, I swam by the shores, I spent warm nights under starlit blankets of silver, I made friends from far-away places I ate and drank and savored it all I loved and was loved What more could anyone ask for?