I have kind of neglected this blog for a few weeks, but I had a very good reason. I have been spending every bit of spare time with a friend of mine. His name is Nate. I hired him almost 3 years ago as a dishwash/prep cook where I work. Over the years we became very close. He is from a broken home..lives here with his mother, Dad in a different state, most of his birth family in Texas where he was born. He helpled me move my mother into my house when she got sick and then helped me break her apartment down. When I needed help transporting her to appts he dropped whatever he was doing to give here a ride. He was close to quitting high school a couple times but we got through that and he did not. When his mother was riding him hard about something or other I talked him through that also. Got him to join the foot ball team which he was okay at, joined the wrestling squad and kicked ass...ATTA BOY.
He is being sworn in monday morning as a Marine. I am going to miss the fuck out of him but I am so dam proud. Let me repeat that...SO DAM PROUD OF HIM. I am going to attend his swearing in ceremony monday..as he explained it's my civic and parental duty.. Yeah, he started calling me Dad at some point. Honestly I am scared to death of his leaving. He has signed up to learn to cook and go become a "Culinary Specialist" for which I am glad. Selfish prehaps but still glad. My blood born son spent 4 years in the Marines and came back whole, a gift from God that. Those of you that know me, know about my life. I have allowed 3 people in my 55 years to call me Dad...I am proud of all 3 and honored to know them all. I am sitting here crying as I post this..not necessarily as bad thing just odd.
Later
Dale
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