So much going on in my brain. Stupid brain.
I admire my father. Him and Mum are visiting me this weekend and we're just hanging out.
Last night we had a few beers at my local pub watching the footy semis on the teev. We casually chatted, as we do. We never talk too deeply. Just surface stuff. Somehow I started thinking about how different we are... but how similar we are. We weren't talking about achievements in life but I was thinking about his as we spoke. I have always admired his sporting achievements. I mean, my Dad's involvement with sport as a coach, mentor and enabler from ground-roots to some international sport's people is pretty admirable to me.
We talked about stuff I do. My solitary sense of adventure for climbing "hills" and sitting on cliffs is something he thinks is pretty amazing. We can sit and talk about diving together. Some of the places I've dived totally blow him away. We connect on a level that's totally different to anyone else I know. It's not deep, but it's definately a family connection that runs deep within us.
I want to share with him so much more about my life. So much more... but then, again those differences between us come into play and I wonder, after all this time, it really matters.