God Bless

You could write a book about his antics alone. He was honestly the funniest person I’ve ever known. Talking about him makes me laugh just as I did when he first did whatever.

Remember the kid who told him he needed a body by Jake and Johnny said, “And you need a whipping, by God!” The kid ran to his mother crying. Rude little brat.

I hate to admit this in a way, but I didn’t know that it was Dad’s birthday when I woke up that day. I purposely didn’t know because I had not looked at the calendar in a few days to see what the date was. Plus, I sometimes get mixed up whether his birthday is on the 27th or 29th. But again, I purposely didn’t look it up because I honestly didn’t want to know for certain and be thinking about it all day.

But that morning I logged onto Facebook really quick and saw where you had mentioned that it was in fact Dad’s birthday. After that I tried to do a little work but just couldn’t focus and kept thinking about Dad. So, I logged in to my website with the intention to simply write and post a short paragraph wishing him a happy birthday.

Next thing I knew I was wrapping it up and had just typed what you read above. While I’m certainly not saying that it’s an incredible piece of writing, it is far more well written than I am typically capable of. In fact, it’s not even really my style of writing.

Although I do think I’m pretty good at writing factual health and fitness type stuff, I’ve never written anything like this and probably couldn’t if I wanted to.

I’ve heard of people before claiming that they didn’t write something, and that they were just the medium so to speak through which God or someone else wrote it. I was like “oh my goodness, this is a weird individual! And do they really expect me to believe this?”

Well, all I can say is that I can’t take any credit at all for it. Sure, I guess I “wrote it” because it was my fingers that were punching the keys. But I put no thought into it whatsoever… it was (in all seriousness) as if I were reading it while it was being typed. It wasn’t until the very end that I sort of “came to” and became sad…and that’s when I had to come up with what to write next.

So, wanna know which part of that “I” wrote?… the last 3 paragraphs which begins with “today is my dad’s birthday…” Even as of right now, it’s the last 3 paragraphs that makes me sad. I really just want to keep writing so that it doesn’t end…

Best,
Dr Clay