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I have never really liked going to the olive garden. It usually means being there with family, not that this is a bad thing, I just usually associate boredom and formality with my family. Last night, however, was a little different.

We went because Chris (my sister’s quasi-boyfriend)is leaving for the Air Force this week, and this would be the last time we see him for a little while. Although it was for him, it didn’t really seem this way. It seemed much more of just the family getting together and having dinner. I actually like it. Funny how that is.

But, as I was saying, it wasn’t like it always is. It was much more of my parents, and their kids, with their significant others. It is so strange to think of Erin and I, and then think of us as adults (as much as it pains me to say that my sister is an adult).

My dad was raving how the open heart surgery is giving him an extra 15 years to his life expectancy. I was both releived and disheartend at the same time. Without the surgery, I don’t think he was expected to live. Does this only mean that he is expected to live another 15 years? He is laughing about living until he is 90. I only hope that is true. I have in the last year or so, just realized how important he is to me. After the heart-attack I knew I realized it too late.

I want to have a dad. I want my children to have a grandad. I am selfish in this respect, but I never had a grandad, and I always felt differently about those who did, it was like they had this guy that cared for them like their dad did, but knew how that dad was raised, and could use it to his benefit.

Oh well, I, on the other hand, plan on living forever, or die trying.

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