**Point two the ironic thing about this blog is that it's long and my dad was always one to make point in very simple way.
I worry to much...
That would always stick with me. If nothing's wrong, then why can't I smile? So my dad would often tell me that I had too much on my mind, and it's like he was psychic. But the thing I never understood was why he would tell me not to worry, because what seemed big to me, school, sports, girls or whatever, I would always put extra stress on. Even now, bills, work, my fiance, family, loves ones growing old; I worry too much.
The thing is I remember my dad never getting upset or worrying about anything, no matter how big or small, he treated it like it was a minor issue. When my brother would get in trouble, he would tell my mom:
"It's done, it's over, what are we going to do about it now?"