Its been a while since......

I've posted on here. Well alotta stuff has happened in the last few months that have changed my life forever and affected my life. In the beginning of the year I found out that the shitty ass retail store, that I gave my all to for 3 years, was being closed. This in hindsight was not such a bad thing. The only problem was: great now I have to find a job thats not retail. So I decided that for a month I would live off of unemployment and take a vacation that i deserved. Those that know me, know I haven't taken a vacation since I was 19. So it felt good to do nothing, as boring as it was, and casually look for a job. Well lo and behold, into my 3rd week of "vacation" I gotta call from Geico. Long story short, I'm now typing to as a professional licensed insurance agent. Its hands down the best company I've worked for. They really make you feel like they care about your well being. Plus the benefits and pay are awesome. So shortly after receiving my first paycheck, I get a call from my roommate telling me that he's moving to LA with his girlfriend, great know I have to find a place to live. That actually didn't take very long. I found a place in Mira Mesa that's pretty close to my work. So it ended up being a better situation. But, the place didn't have internet. So I've had internet for less than a week. Man I cannot, I repeat, cannot live without internet. Well back to the history lesson at hand, less than a week before I moved, I received a call from my sister. A call from my sister that I would have never expected. She called to tell me our father died. I was speechless. My dad was in great shape and took care of himself. Even now I still can't express how I actually feel with words. But its a strange feeling. I feel like now I know how he always wanted me to feel. Its been along time since I've truly been happy. My dad was always a happy man, even when he didn't have a reason to be. He would always laugh until he cried, even now I picture how he would wipe his tear from his eye with his index finger, which was one of many of his trademark moves. It's kinda strange how this affected me. I didn't cry much at first. But when I went to the funeral and saw my dad, I broke down and couldn't hold anything back. Seeing my brothers and sisters do the same made it even harder. It was the most emotional moment of my life. In those couple of days that I was with my family, I learned a great deal about myself. More than I've learned my entire life. I went through some crazy shit my senior year of high school, and no matter how much that I thought that I was a piece of shit or I wasn't doing enough or etcetera.... My dad would always tell me how proud he was of me. Even later on life, he would always say "Chris, I'm so proud of what you've become and what you've done". That always made me feel good, because I knew he genuinely meant it. My dad was one of the most honest men in the world, to the point he would piss you off because he was right or make you feel like a million dollars. I remember when he came to my first wrestling show and he told me how proud of me he was. He told me I was a natural and that he had a new respect for pro wrestling. You see my dad is a huge sports nut. Hes been a hardcore San Diego Padres and Charges fan for longer than I can remember, and I remember a lot. So for him to say that was one of the best moments of my life. Anyway, what I was getting at was that he wanted all of his kids to be happy, and that hes proud of all of us. Every time I think about him, I get filled with overwhelming love. Anytime I think life is hard, I think about how he always told me how proud of me he was, and it makes life easier. He taught me how to enjoy life and how fun it is to learn. I just wish he could have seen me win a championship. I dedicate every match I do to Frank "Skip" Straka. He was a good American, a great man; but a better father, there is none. I love you dad.

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