The Good vs The Bad by Cameron L.
My dad and I used to do everything together. He would take me to the beach,
amusement parks, out to eat, and laser tag too. Too many good times to count. I don't
believe that there were too many bad times with him around. That was until he passed.
I grew up in Virginia, near Fairfax, the town I used to live in was quiet. At some
points it was too quiet to the point where it was almost unbearable. Me and my friends
would always cause trouble though so it didn't stay quiet for long. I wouldn't say my
home life was bad but it wasn't the best. My mom and dad used to be heavy drinkers
and when they drank they would argue. It wasn't like MMA fight night, it was just yelling
and arguing. After a lot of that my dad and my mom split up.
Once they did we moved to Pennsylvania, well actually to the Boswell Heights.
It's terrible, to be honest, but it is better than nothing. I still went to see my dad for a
couple of days every month but since he still lived in Virginia it was not that easy to see
him all the time. When he did get us to see him we would go do the most fun stuff.
We went to this one amusement park a lot. It was called Kings Dominion. They
had a ton of rides. We also went to Virginia beach a lot too. He took us to a secret spot
though to avoid all the people at the main section of the beach. It was right next to a
military base.
Homelife still isn't the greatest though. Mom was still a heavy drinker and my
stepdad was too. It felt like the only time I could get away from that was whenever I
was with my dad. He still drank, don't get me wrong but it just wasn't bad whenever my
mom wasn't with him. He used to take this medication. I never asked him what it was
because I was too young to probably even understand what it was anyways. He used to
drink with his medication a lot and my stepmom would always tell him not to do it, but
he did it anyway. Eventually, he died due to his kidney exploding. He passed due to
internal bleeding. He passed in his sleep though so he didn't suffer.
I believe in outweighing the good times with the bad. I mean sure you might
have the occasional bad times here and there, but the amount of great experiences in
between are the ones that matter. We just tend to remember the bad times more and
we have to break that habit.
