Anyway, whilst watching my dads sleep at the Stroke Rehab Center today, I started thinking about how my father raised me. First off, I want you all to know that my father is a good man and continues to love me with all of his heart. He is the center of my life and is a wonderful priesthood man. He is my world and everything that I stand for. He's also very cool and I love him with all of my heart as well.
With that said, two years ago we were both sitting at a fire (no couches included) in deep conversation. It was a very touching moment folks. We talked about OSU football, the wonders of women and couches. It was an grand moment of thought and now that I'm thinking about it, truly wonderful. Oh and wouldn't you know it, I remember my Dads....turning his head, and saying, "Pimp'in Aint Easy Rick!" (Just so you know my name is Rick and I share the same name with my father).
Now, you may all think I'm trying to make a joke here. However, I'm not! I'm telling the truth, my father said that to me two years ago. If you knew my Dads, the joke would be funny on epic levels. My father was and still is, a proper man. To hear him say those words are unreal in simple terms, but funny if you witnessed them. Kind of crazy if you ask me.
And now to the point of Couch's story. Never accept the idea that your parents are going to be around forever. Embrace every moment you have with them. I don't care if you get along or not, make it happen. My father and I knocked heads throughout my life; however I miss him to the utmost intensity. If anything, I want to warn everyone here that still has a father, to make mends in their relationships. Believe me folks, you don't want to walk around and wonder what 'May Have Been'.
Pippin ain't easy,