I havn't seen my father in 4 months. I know I have said this before, but I really think that this is where it will all turn around for him. Everything will be normal and happy again, and I will never have to fear that the next weekend I go to see him, that it will not be him that greets me at the door, but a sad, shallow, and quiet explanation. An explanation as to why I will not be seeing my father on the same side of that sheet of glass for a few months. The glass that mocks me and teases me, makes it seem that I could simply reach out to him and give him one last hug before I go home. If only it was that simple, if only I could take his hand and he could lead me back to the car, and drive me home. Where did it all begin? I wish I could remember. Maybe I never knew in the first place...
Me and my dad
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
remembering
Some of the greatest people in the world are the ones the world never hears of.
On the night of August 15th, 2011, Arron harlow drifted off into an endless sleep. In an act of bravery unmatched by anything I have ever overheard whispered in the hallways or skimmed in a newspaper headline, his two teenage daughters attempted to revive him through CPR. It was too late. Arron harlow died at the age of 41 years old. He is survived by his wife, his two daughters, who he was completely devoted to and commited to ensuring their success, his perents, his younger brother John Harlow and his much loved nephew Nathan Harlow.
My name is Nathan Harlow, and I have a story to tell. This story is filled with sad, strange, happy, and funny moments, along with everything in between. This story is a 100% true sort of memoir of my life with my father, and how we have gotten where we are now. At the time my uncle died my father was in jail, but we were able to get him a pass for the day of the memorial service. As we sat and listened to passed memories from uncle arrons freinds and family my dad had his arm around me and we would look at eatchother every once in awile. I could see the sadness in his eyes and I'm sure he could see it in mine too. It wasnt the kind of sadness you would see on the face of someone who had just lost a family member. Its as if we were telling eachother that today the world changed forever. And it indeed had. we both knew that the world had lost one of its greatest.
When the service was over we walked outside in the freash air and we hugged, and he told me that he knew now that he needed to change. Yesturday I got a call from jaul, and it was from my dad. We talked and laughed and updated eachother, and before he hung up he said to me "you know what we should do? we should write a book, just a thought, love you buddy." Its not a book, but this is for you, dad.
So I'm dedicating this story to Arron Harlow, and to everyone out there who has one of the greatest.
On the night of August 15th, 2011, Arron harlow drifted off into an endless sleep. In an act of bravery unmatched by anything I have ever overheard whispered in the hallways or skimmed in a newspaper headline, his two teenage daughters attempted to revive him through CPR. It was too late. Arron harlow died at the age of 41 years old. He is survived by his wife, his two daughters, who he was completely devoted to and commited to ensuring their success, his perents, his younger brother John Harlow and his much loved nephew Nathan Harlow.
My name is Nathan Harlow, and I have a story to tell. This story is filled with sad, strange, happy, and funny moments, along with everything in between. This story is a 100% true sort of memoir of my life with my father, and how we have gotten where we are now. At the time my uncle died my father was in jail, but we were able to get him a pass for the day of the memorial service. As we sat and listened to passed memories from uncle arrons freinds and family my dad had his arm around me and we would look at eatchother every once in awile. I could see the sadness in his eyes and I'm sure he could see it in mine too. It wasnt the kind of sadness you would see on the face of someone who had just lost a family member. Its as if we were telling eachother that today the world changed forever. And it indeed had. we both knew that the world had lost one of its greatest.
When the service was over we walked outside in the freash air and we hugged, and he told me that he knew now that he needed to change. Yesturday I got a call from jaul, and it was from my dad. We talked and laughed and updated eachother, and before he hung up he said to me "you know what we should do? we should write a book, just a thought, love you buddy." Its not a book, but this is for you, dad.
So I'm dedicating this story to Arron Harlow, and to everyone out there who has one of the greatest.
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