To my Son (A sad story to make Teephah cry like a little baby) (1010 hits)
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Submitted by Adamdidit2u (View user info) at 2005-02-11 09:46:04 EST
Dear Son,
I'm sitting here writing this as a last resort.
I am at my wits end.
There are 24 hours in a day
1440 minutes...
86,400 seconds...
And I think about you every second.
The events as of late have become too much for one man to bear.
As a father you always have so many things you want to make sure your child has. There are so many things you want to make sure they experience. There are so many things you want to shelter them from.
I always tried my hardest to do these things Jim.
A boy hopefully grows up with the knowledge that his father did all he could for him; that his father was a role model and had a lasting impact on the kind of person you become.
I want to take this time to let you know how much of an impact you had on my life, how much having you as my son has meant to me over the years.
I never had a real father figure growing up, and the person I became reflected that. I was selfish and shortsighted. I had no goals for the future or aspirations for myself other then the next big party or the next hot woman.
I never intended to stay with your mother; her pregnancy was just a mere inconvenience to me. We weren't in love; we were just unlucky we thought. I'm glad I was the one who had to take her to the hospital, and I'm glad I stayed to watch you being born.
The moment I first held you and you wrapped you tiny little fingers around my hand I felt a change.
I thought I was a man when I turned eighteen, but I know now I was still just a boy up until that point.
Holding you there in that hospital changed my life around and I want to thank you for that.
All my memories revolve around a timeline containing you. When I think about my 30th birthday I see you at five years old coloring me a birthday card. Crayons sprawled across the floor and you in your little blue overalls furiously working to make me that.
I still have that card in my office.
I see a different memory of you every second of every day.
I see you in you footed pajamas eating cheerios on a Saturday morning.
I see you on your first day of T-ball. You hit that ball as hard as you could and ran and ran and ran.
I see you crying because you got tagged out
I see you smiling when I bought you a slurpee and told you it was ok.
I have the ball from that day too.
I remember the first tooth you lost.
I remember the last tooth you lost.
I remember stepping on Legos when I tucked you into bed.
I remember how scared of Mickey Mouse you were.
I remember when you gave the dog a haircut.
I remember when you helped me cut the lawn.
I remember your favorite happy meal.
I remember your first girlfriend's name.
I remember when you graduated high school.
I remember all of these moments every day.
I remember how proud I was of you the day you came back home wearing your uniform. I used to talk to everybody who would listen about how proud of you I was, and every morning I would see the picture of you on my desk.
Every morning I was the most proud father there has ever been.
But now when I look at my desk I see a neatly folded American Flag.
I mourn for you
I want so badly to see you again
I'm coming son. I'm coming to see you.
CLICK
-fin-
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Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2005-06-24 11:39:18 EDT (#)
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regulate after tansformer had his ratings revoked
Submitted by transformer (user info) at 2005-06-24 00:52:44 EDT (#)
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your son is a faggot
Submitted by Adona (user info) at 2005-02-21 11:45:11 EST (#)
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Good stuff.
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2005-02-15 08:00:12 EST (#)
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With the inspiration complete, the post is made...
"To my Son (the little dress wearing faggot) a story to make Teephah cry like a little baby."
http://www.ubersite.com/m/59654
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2005-02-12 11:27:39 EST (#)
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This post has inspired me.... I hope no one thinks of it before I post it on Monday. This was really sweet man.
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2005-02-12 11:15:26 EST (#)
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Submitted by Teephphah (user info) at 2005-02-11 10:39:05 (#)
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I'm still thinking about this one, and it is funny (not funny ha-ha, funny coincidental) that I've been thinking about the possibility of my son elisting in the military when he gets old enough. I tend to be all "Let's go blow up some A-rabs!" politically, but would I still feel the same way if it was MY son's ass on the line? Would I be proud of his decision. I hope so. But I can't say.
Luckilly, I shouldn't have to worry. I come from a long line of cowards who lived to flee again another day. Just so long as he doesn't get any bravery from his mother's side . . .
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Teephphah is FRENCH????
Submitted by MANICMOTHER (user info) at 2005-02-11 14:42:28 EST (#)
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Damn Adam, I'm impressed.
Submitted by Stin (user info) at 2005-02-11 12:37:35 EST (#)
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Whether Teeph cried or not, I did.
Submitted by Sassmasterr (user info) at 2005-02-11 11:23:07 EST (#)
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that toy that's in the kid's right hand reminded me of Jack Black in "Envy" on the VaPoorize infomercial...
This robot arm-how does it work? I don't know!
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-02-11 11:12:22 EST (#)
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you're awesome.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2005-02-11 10:54:18 EST (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Rawrg (user info) at 2005-02-11 10:47:56 EST (#)
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Bravo. Good concept and story.
Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2005-02-11 10:44:37 EST (#)
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Submitted by Teephphah (user info) at 2005-02-11 10:39:05 EST (#)
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I'm still thinking about this one, and it is funny (not funny ha-ha, funny coincidental) that I've been thinking about the possibility of my son elisting in the military when he gets old enough. I tend to be all "Let's go blow up some A-rabs!" politically, but would I still feel the same way if it was MY son's ass on the line? Would I be proud of his decision. I hope so. But I can't say.
Luckilly, I shouldn't have to worry. I come from a long line of cowards who lived to flee again another day. Just so long as he doesn't get any bravery from his mother's side . . .
Submitted by precision (user info) at 2005-02-11 10:26:26 EST (#)
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Oh man....now I'm gonna be thinking about this all day. I'm gonna be sitting here thinking about my son...shit...and I've got work to do to...thanks alot!
Submitted by MichaelJackson (user info) at 2005-02-11 10:16:53 EST (#)
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What? Teephah's mom doesn't remember Habeeb?
Submitted by Danger_Ranger (user info) at 2005-02-11 10:13:27 EST (#)
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Fuck, is it the beer again? - getting all teary. I've friends that don't think they want kids and until you have them I don't think you really know... we all fuck up - only human. My pair are 'accidents' and they are my life.
Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2005-02-11 10:04:50 EST (#)
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Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2005-02-11 09:57:48 (#)
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You're a really good writer.
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Creatively I think I'm ok, but my grammar usage is the SuXOOR. Thats why I usually stick to the kind of format you see above.
But thanks for the compliment
Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2005-02-11 09:57:48 EST (#)
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You're a really good writer.
Submitted by Feijuada (user info) at 2005-02-11 09:57:33 EST (#)
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I hate kids.
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-02-11 09:56:44 EST (#)
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SuperDuper.
Submitted by big_wigger (user info) at 2005-02-11 09:56:27 EST (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Teephphah (user info) at 2005-02-11 09:54:03 EST (#)
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Damn footy pajamas get me every time.
Submitted by Teephphah (user info) at 2005-02-11 09:51:50 EST (#)
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Bastard.
That was great! You got me a little weepy, but no tears running down my chubby little cheeks yet.
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-02-11 09:50:33 EST (#)
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Man oh man, you sure know how to bum someone out. Great post.......
as usual.