I was wondering if you had actually started it or not, because yours was the first I read it from.

Meanwhile, I didn't notice that it was Friday the 13[supth[/sup] until right now. Huh. And I have a play that I have to be at tonight, where I play a guy at the end. It would be funny if something went paranormally wrong.

Your Honor,

Emperor Kraggh

My old troop used to rock at flag ceremonies because this one guy was big into ROTC and knew all the lines and moves, and I think that rigor actually stuck with a generation even after he left. (Although last time I saw them they were a little lax) Uniforms, though... I never liked dealing with that, and luckily our troop was never too picky.

Sorry bout your dad, tho. Hope things work out.

By the way, given how formal I dress, I'm kind of with the lady on the issue of the uniforms.

And, uh, about your dad...I'm not sure what to say except I really, really hope that things work out. At your young age, I'd really hate to see you loose him. I'm not sure if a sudden drop in blood pressure is deadly or not (I'd suppose you'd have provided a separate blog entry for it if it was), but it's still a bummer for when your parents begin to have health complications. My father's still a perfectly healthy man. It's going to be tough when I must first learn about the old man having a health issue. Perhaps this seems like a ridiculous wish, but I hope that can at least wait until he becomes a grandfather.

Your Honor,

Emperor Kraggh

As anyone who knows me on a nickname-basis should know, my dad has been ill for years. He has Parkinson's, bipolar, post-traumatic, Lewy bodies dementia, heart cancer, bladder cancer, has random pains, failing organs, has survived a world war, being in a car accident, almost cutting his hands off, and suffers from a sort of arrogance and Machiavellianism beyond what I am capable of doing. He lives at a mental facility now. In all proper sense, my "dad" is already dead. My father, however, is still alive, so I still care for him, but don't love him, per se. I never had those fun, joyful moments with my dad, and never was able to have an honest heart to heart with him. I can't say I miss him, since I never really had him. I try to make the best of it, anyway.

And for the record, he's 75 and a great-grandfather. His oldest child is older than my mother, who is 54.

End parental discussion.

~EW~

Being the son of a 75-year-old and not yet even off to college?

Huh. Sorry, I apparently didn't know about all this.

Although, I suppose that I don't know you on a nickname basis, considering that I still call you EmperorWhenua.

Your Honor,

Emperor Kraggh