Righ t now I am sitting on the private patio of my room at an exclusive resort in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. I am listening to the waves of the beach as they roll in in consistent seven second increments. When I look up, though it is nearly seven o’clock in the morning I can still see the stars peering through the crack of the tall palm trees overhead. I wonder if one of those stars is my father, and that is his way of being with us this Christmas Day. Today is Christmas: the first one without my daddy here. This is largely the reason (if not solely) the reason for this winter vacation to Mexico. None of us really wanted to spend our holidays at home without daddy; it’s hard to feel at home anywhere knowing that daddy is gone. We arrived in PV yesterday on a Continental Express Jet around eleven in the morning. Customs were a breeze as there were no lines. I’m concerned it won’t always be that way. This is my first trip out of the country --at twenty-five (just short of twenty
Each one of those songs is important to me: Truth Is is for the one I may never get over; Ordinary People, the daily reminder that this is all a process and that the dichotomy of life is infinite: you just never know; Can't Wait the acknowledgement that when we want something, it's an immedate desire that we oft feel must be satiated immediately.