Memories
Its late here, heading to bed soon but I thought I would share this with the blog world first. I was laying back on the bed just before looking at a picture of my late father. A man i still miss terribly, and I doubt my mother will ever get over his loss. I was thinking back to all the things we did, some of its blurry thanks to my illness but some of it is crystal clear. My father had a lot of jobs in his life from a Dairy farmer to transport supervisor and just a general truck driver. There were plenty of jobs in between also. I realized tonight that there was something more than just missing him, i missed going to his workplace as well. More importantly I have now realized that, I may never do one thing again in my life. I know this sounds stupid but the smell of a vat of fresh cold milk really means something to me now. I find it interesting all these great memories are based around that smell. Its not the same as the smell o...