...for my parents advice. My sister and I are different that way. She with her need to consult and seek guidance and I, with my need to mull things over myself. My dad once told me, "You've always been like that. You don't tell us what's going on, you just make a decision yourself and tell us when it's over." I laughed it off at that time. I truly didn't realize it until then. What I never told him was that the reason why I was so confident in making my own choices and making my own decisions was because I always felt I had a safety net. I knew that if I failed miserably, I can always come home. They were my warranty from bad decisions and wrong choices. But now, he's not there anymore.
I know my mom misses him. Well, we all do, but her more so. Sometimes, she gets pensive and I know that she's thinking of him. Sometimes she does it in silence, sometimes she does it aloud. And then we all get quiet or start laughing depending on which memory she picks on. And there are so many to choose from. They spent more than half their lives together. That's a lifetime of memories.
I wonder if I would ask him for advice now. Maybe, or maybe I'm just feeling nostalgic. He'd probably look at me funny and wonder if there was anything wrong with me. Yeah, maybe not. But it doesn't matter because I still hear his voice in my head. So maybe I never asked for advice, but the stories stuck, and along with them, the lessons.
