Saying Goodbye…

I know alot of you guys are thinking…Tony?! ..lol…Morals?!
…Are you smoking something?!

The bottom line is that I am VERY moral person. More so than virtually everyone ever gives me credit for, the foundation for my being such a stickler for my peculiar POV is one person…my Uncle Richie. It wasn’t a set of rules or beliefs or right or wrong he conveyed to me, but the gumption to make sure that I will NEVER accept the failings of others’ concept of right and wrong to move me from my own convictions. I am not talking about cigarettes and tattoos, I am talking common sense in an evolving society…belief versus the status quo…and fidelity. He’s taught me to be strong. Sometimes almost cold, but to make sure there I am satisfied and confident in who I am, where I am, and what I will be remembered as when I move on to Elysium’s greener fields.

Now what on earth broke me? made me too proud to weep? …and lastly put me in a sour mood for a couple months? Ya know what’s harder than saying goodbye to a loved one after they’re gone?

Saying goodbye to someone still living and breathing right in front of you….Knowing unequivocally that the foundation for that aforementioned strength was moving on.

There is anger here. Sorrow. Pain. …and then Strength, Fortitude, Confidence, and the measure to move on knowing and remembering where I got the strength from. It wasn’t genetics. It was example.

Ciao…

-Tony