Thanksgiving! I never liked Thanksgiving. All those family stories and fights. For my family, Thanksgiving meant three days of constant bickering. I never always hated Thanksgiving though. I would always look forward to spending time with my dad. My dad was always my champ. I guess we could say I was somewhat daddy’s boy. He was always the one person in the family I resonated with. We both loved politics, we loved history, we both loved reading, and we both loved sports. One point of my life, I looked forward to Thanksgiving because it meant more time with Papa and more basketball and more punching bags. This year was different! This year’s Thanksgiving was going to be horrible for me. I still haven’t gotten over dad’s passing away. My therapist is definitely not of so much help. All she does is tell me how healing takes the process and how I needed to embrace the pain to move on. Honestly, she sounds just like my mom. So every Thanksgiving, we would go hiking and camp overnight. Honestly, I didn’t want to go, but I’d be damned if mom lets me sit this one out. When I carried my portable best standing punching bag, I saw the color flush off her face. I knew that look. She always gave me that look whenever she saw me carry the standing punching bag with me. Daddy bought that punching bag. He always said it was a perfect package for night and camping workouts.
I love the standing punching bag, not only because it was a given to me by my dad, but also because it was a multi-function workout tool. I could charge my emotions. It also served as a de-stressor and it also reminded me of him which made me feel he was there even though I was well-aware that he was gone, never coming back!
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