Perspective has taken away my memories

When my father died I was sure that I remembered plenty of him. As a child people always commented how hard it must be for me to lose my father at an age that I would not remember much of him. At that time I thought they were crazy, and that I remembered plenty of my father.

As I have grown I have had a chance to compare and contrast the memories I have of my father to those of my siblings, and even other people with the memories they have of their fathers.

As time goes by I realize how right everyone was. I have very little memories of my father. In fact, by now I am sure half of these memories I manufactured myself from all the stories told of my father so many times.

I do miss you dad. I cannot wait to get to know you better.

I promise I am not being stuck up

So many times in my life I run into people that I know. I may have met them in school, on the mission, in church...

And almost every time I hesitate to greet them. Sometimes I pretend not to see them at all and move on.

I promise I am not being stuck up.

I am socially inept. I am depressed. This causes me to question whether or not you really care to see me. So I take the 'safe' road and avoid the interaction.

Please never take it personally.