So I had a funeral to attend yesterday for a person I didn’t really know, but it was family so my mom made me. I went and there were so many people there.
And so many I recognized…
Especially when we first got there and i sat next to my mom and recognized this old guy I just called “R” lol..I didn’t know his actually name since I was a kid, but he taught me alot when I was younger. How to b a master of chess, respect, and to defend myself to name a few. And I realized, while im correct in saying that I grew up alone and independent because my mom was always working, when I was a little kid these were the people looking after me and raising me.
When I was wayy wayyyyyyy younger lol. I really did mature and crap alone.
But I can’t attribute my.growing up just to myself, can I? Nope. I had help. I had these older people looking out for me and raising me while my mom wasn’t there. I got so many “oh my god. Is that cory?”, “look how big cory got” , and “i remember when he was this little.” Lol. They gave me a good jump start in life, albeit a rough one.
And thats not my opinion. One of the older guys said to me that its nice i grew up good because i had such a rough start. I didn’t think it was so bad, I just figured there were those who had it much worse than me.
But I remember every car i’ve driven, every steering wheel i’ve turned. Every package i’ve seen, every pair of briefs i’ve touched. Why can’t I remember this part of my life?
Because i’ve tried so hard to not be like my family. But they will always be a part of me. I wouldn’t be “me” without them. So I think from now on, im going to try and remember that part of my life. I, at the very least, owe that to those who put so much effort into me.
Til next time. Stay frosty.