Ragnar Josephson
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I have seen and experienced a great many things that I believe allow me to see the world in a very distinctive way. I wish to share my experiences and mental escapes with you through my creative works here at Vocal. I do hope you enjoy!
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New Year, Two Kids?!
What a year 2020 was! I think for everyone 2021 seems like a breath of fresh air in the right direction with our at least understanding of what this Covid craziness truly is. Not being able to see family, friends, attend Thanksgiving dinners and exchange presents at Christmas time for some is quite the mental rollercoaster for just about anyone. Like most people at least one item on my new year agenda is to get in the best physical shape I have ever gotten in. That usually lasts about a month or two until a stressful day at work results in my perusing the wine and frozen pizza aisles at the local supermarket. This year though I have a bit more motivation to get in shape; my wife is pregnant with twins! Now this is an amazing thing, I am on the cusp of turning 30 and in a matter of months, poof! I will have a son and a daughter to take care of. Insert grey hairs now! These will be our first children and they are already all the motivation I need to turn my life around for the better.
By Ragnar Josephson5 years ago in Motivation
I Miss You Dad...
February 11th, 1991 is a special day for me. Besides being my birthday I also share it with my father, a Jr., making me the Third. I've never met anyone who shares the same name and the same birthday as their father so I most definitely feel unique and downright special in that regard. See the thing is, usually with special things at least part of them are in fact bittersweet. Such is life right? I have no memories of my father, a larger than life man I only know through a handful of pictures and second-hand stories. A real superhero to me...a man who could do no wrong. Three months to the day I came into this world, he left it on May 11th, 1991. I recently learned that he was never supposed to make it past December of 1990 but he held on strong to meet his child...a child he had no idea of the gender at the time but loved all the same. I was a surprise, a son with his name, born on his birthday. I can only hope that something so unique and special as this dulled the pain he must have been in on his hospital bed, even just for a minute.
By Ragnar Josephson5 years ago in Families
