"Fathers & Sons"

This past father's day I went down to the campground where my parents have trailer at all summer long.

Now anyone that knows me knows that I pretty much have zip desire to every have children. It's simply just not something that I want out of life, or see myself needing to fulfill my life. Not only that I have trouble wrapping my brain around why it seems like 99.9 percent of the people on this planet earth are hell bent on having kids. Is it to validate their own existence? Because they think its a sign of success? Obligation?!?

Not sure.

Anyway, my father and I were outside (another perfect day down there) talking. He was talking to me about how he wasn't feeling good (he had a touch of something) at first we though maybe it was just from working to hard at the campground that made him sore. But, at one point he just simply told me. "Maybe he is just getting old".

He told me about how quite a few of the people from his high school graduation class has passed away in the past year. Well my parents had married and had kids much later in life than people did back then. Although its a bit more normal for people to wait till they are well into their 30s to have kids,back than it was not that common. So, as a result my parents were always older than my friends parents.

So, I have spend time worrying about when my parents become "elderly" and start to decline. Not a happy thought, mind you but something you have to prepare yourself for I guess. My brother came down with his trio of kids (a 6 year old, a 2 year old and an almost 1 year old). So, of course as usual he had his hands full.

Since, my dad wasn't feeling too well. So, I started the campfire. Now, I have started many a campfire in my day, but usually my dad would just take it over. However, for the first ever really, he let me take over the fire for the whole night. Even when he joined us later when he was feeling better. It was that time that I looked over at my six year old nephew, and thought to myself, hey not terribly long ago that was me. He was just overwhelmed down there with the swimming lake, fire, and just running around. Yeah, not TOO long ago before rent checks, 6:30am alarms, and sitting at an office all day, each day was an adventure really. He was making memories down there, and my brother is having his whole family down there later that summer. I started going down there when I was in infant basically. So, I have long ties to the place.

For a brief moment, I think I got it. Eventually you lose your parents, but your kids you can pass on stuff that your parents gave to you. Even if it just a good memory. Eventually your memory of your parents will hopefully live on in your relationship with your own children.

Now, don't think your humble blogger has sold out or anything. Besides unless if any little Tucker is on the way it would be the result of some sort of horrible decision if not a flat a medical miracle.

It lasted a few days, than when I was at a store with my friend Cathy. The kid near us in line would not stop screaming. Which pretty much erased all that other stuff. Jeez, why do they have to scream so much?