it’s the night before i head back to life as i know it in jamaica. it has been a nice visit back.. i was thrilled to have the time to catch up with my family, as well as see some old friends i hadn’t seen in ages. i always feel strange and out of place in the states… but in small doses i can handle it. i did feel fortunate to have the time with my family though, especially for this critical time of stress for my brother. i think the familial support might have just been a crutch he needed, without ever saying of course.  it’s difficult when we all live all over the place and rarely have time or money to work it out and be together. we went for indian food the other day. we had some good laughs and it was a well enjoyed time in the dying and depressing marketplace of lake square mall. our waitress reminded me of my friend ashley, same bubbly spirit you can’t help but be affected by.

we spent our last night in a toss up over what we could watch over not watching the infamous pink panther. let me give some back history… i have seen every pink panther movie (well, starring peter sellers) since i can remember. my dad always laughed hysterically, even if we had seen it a hundred times. it was as if he was always watching it for the first time. after you see a movie enough times, you start to memorize the plot, the scenes, everything. when it’s a mediocre movie it’s a bit worse, but deep down what makes me enjoy pink panther is thinking about my dad. instantaneously i hear his boisterous, hearty laughter and it makes me laugh uncontrollably. that is one of my go-to’s when i need a pick me up, because i can always see and hear my father’s joy and exuberance that it changes everything around me. anyway, all the movies that my brother and mum wanted to watch failed miserably. my dad had been like a giddy kid, asking over and over again why we weren’t watching the pink panther, in total disbelief. so we won. pink panther it was… a shot in the dark. i know this movie in and out, back and forth. it’s not the best acting by any means, but i laughed and cried tears of joy at the sound of my father, and for that i could watch it every day.