MySpace Steal #1

I wrote this last year at this time in my myspace blog....I eventually want to put all my blogs on this blogspot and do away with myspace....so I am bringing them over.....please forgive the historical blogs...but I need to journal all my thoughts together...bare with me.


Sunday, June 17, 2007

Fathers Day
Tomorrow is Fathers Day. There are a few people that come to mind when I think of this day...
I think about my father a lot. He came from Iran in his early 20's. How is it a kid can find such strength and courage to pack up and leave everything he knows and love behind. Not that it wasn't a great move, but it was one that took a lot of guts. Then, in 1980 he comes upon the situation of having to decide...change his path and life and be a father, or turn the other way and keep on what he had his heart set out on...the american dream. And instead of seeking education and money, he chooses to stay and raise me. I am what turned into his American Reality. He worked countless hours in kitchens to eventually create his own cullinary empire. To lose it all because of failing health. He never quite recovered to the success of the Restaraunt he owned called "The Terrace" but he did after 20 something years complete his bachelors degree and become the computer geek he wanted to be. He then had to work overnights babysitting printing reports and when that job didn't pay what he needed to support his ever growing family, he had to take a day job delivering pizza's. Sleeping was an luxury he could not afford. Courage and strength is what it took to seperate himself again from his family to branch out and learn how to recreate a life that was loss amid lies and abuse. And now reunited with himself, his goals, and the loves of his life - his daughters - He has come full circle with the American Dream, and the American Reality as he lives contently. I love my Baba.
Uncle David.
He is a man of a few words but of many actions. I have seen him raise a family yet have no children of his own. I have seen him take in countless numbers of people into his home and guide them by his stern words and example. He came from a family of misfits who stuck together only because of the time periods rules rather than love and affection, only to learn from the mistakes. Some lessons learned later than others, but he was self taught none the less. He understands me. He loves me. He is my team. I can do nothing but love him and look up to him and know that no matter how much I stray, he is right there to give me guidance when I am ready.
Jason
To watch him is to know him..there is no hiding who he is. You see is what you get. He has an endless amount of paitence...something we all know I need more of....He has the ability to make anyone laugh, and every child he comes across love him....well all except for Whit's son...but I hear he cries with everyone. Coming from the school of hard knocks, he does his best to emulate the postive parts of his father, while stopping numerous amounts of abusive cycles. He is a self taught father, having to learn on his own, for his own, with no assitance from a companion. He is the modern father. I can do nothing but love him and give him all the support he can ever need or want, I just pray what I do for him benefits his life.
Happy Father's Day.


Jennie
Awhhhhhh, I like this blog!! YEAH!! Happiness!
Posted by Jennie on Sunday, June 17, 2007 at 11:40 AM

Chrissy
Truly one of the best blogs ever written by Miss Layla! I couldn't put it into words as well as you do. Love you cuz!
Posted by Chrissy on Monday, June 18, 2007 at 10:07 PM