Do I have a Bucket List? I don’t think I have one. Maybe it’s because I don’t understand what it is. I don’t know what it should have. True, there are things I want to do. I don’t consider them Bucket List worthy though. I did what a clueless guy like me would do. I googled.
Turns out, people are interested in this Bucket List thing. The results made me adjust my glasses. I got 6,010,000,000 results in 0.62 seconds from Google. I bet my chocolate bar you brushed your eyes over that number because your brain couldn’t immediately process it.
One result flirted with me. It whispered my name and made me go all chills. I turned and winked and told it, “I’ll spend time with you tonight.” It was the movie – The Bucket List. I’ll watch it before going to bed. Maybe I’ll have a good list after watching this movie. For now, there’s only one thing I want to do.
Fix my dad’s resting place. I should have done this earlier in my life. But I was broke so many times in my 20’s and fixing his grave was not a priority. I was surviving. The last time I stood at the side of his resting place, there were cracks on the cement. Part of the top had fallen in creating a bend. The ground had sunk in a little. His grave looked dilapidated.
It looked tired and smelled of loneliness and abandonment.
I held my gaze at it and thought, “Man, you’re staying in an old place.” I don’t know what his response to my thought was.
I’m 30 now, the age at which he kicked the bucket (see what I did there? hehehe) 26 years (27 this year) ago. And it’s still in my plan to fix where his remains currently sleep. So help me God.