My dad

My dad was a quiet man, you only knew he existed if he was mad. Once in a great while he would laugh about something. He rarely ever said a word to anyone. His mind I'd say was not usually on planet Earth. I only know that he worked at a Nuclear power plant and that he was in vietnam for thirteen months and he was a medic. I knew him for twenty-seven years. He died without me knowing much about him. My dad was a corpse long before he died. He didn't live life or seem to enjoy it. We had one or to civil conversations in the whole time I knew him, There was nothing living inside of him. Almost all of twenty years his face was glued to the television. I wonder if the radiation at work ate his brain. Is it normal for your dad not to talk to you for twenty-seven years? Very strange of a man I think. I didn't end up at all like him. But I'm exactly the opposite of him and I'M STRANGE. I am the funniest person in my whole family. I don't feel that my sister and brother have a sense of humor. Where did I come from? I'm the only person in my family that loves adventure. I love wild and crazy and ridiculous. I refuse to allow any of my days to  be crappy if I can help it. There is too much fun to be had to just waste a life thinking of disasters.  I try to celebrate every single day. My life could be miserable if I wanted it to. I probably have more excuses than anyone to not be happy. I wish my dad had been like me. I wish that someone was like me. I don't know what my dad wanted me to become but I don't think I care either, because I would never want to be him. I still struggle in my mind at how to love him. The minister at his funeral said, "Emmett loved People but he didn't know how to show it." Crazy that a preacher would say that. Well I hope my dad went to heaven. Maybe he is happy there. I hope that his soul is at peace.