Yesterday I did my running with my boxing coach, Coach Perez, because my running coach, Coach Madman, was away in Montreal. Today Coach Madman showed up outside my apartment. He came to wish me well on my fight in Mexico because he didn't know if we'd run into each other at System this week. How sweet is that?! Super sweet!!! He came, gave me some big warm, French hugs, chatted for about ten minutes and the left.
Others said goodbye and good luck to me today too. Others, like friends from church and fellow gym-goers at System. It was a long day of goodbyes and last minute tips, tidbits and hugs.
It was my mom's birthday today. She would have been 68. Many friends made mention of that too today, I appreciated that. I called my dad to make mention of the day and we chatted for a bit. My father is still very much in love with my mom and stuck on her. It's both admirable but concerning. It's admirable because I know she was the love of his life but it's concerning because it's almost as if he's stuck in the past, stuck in the time when she was alive. He so stuck on her and stuck on moments they shared. Consequently almost everything he talks about is past tense, moments long gone.
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