Journey. Let us relish life as we live it, find joy in the journey,
and share our love with friends and family.
One day each of us will run out of tomorrows. Thomas S. Monson
We are all on this journey called life…together or apart, our journey doesn’t end as I believe we carry our dreams and memories with us so that even if we are far apart in death, we are close together in heart. I am sad that my Dad has passed and as I awoke this morning, I had to think of what day it is…and then it hit me, it’s the first Monday without Dad and it brought tears to my eyes ~ because that is how he would have thought…and I am so much like him at times.
He counted the days, the times, the special moments ~ so many people have told me how he remembered their birthdays, anniversaries and special days and always called them ~ spreading good cheer. He never wrote down any of these dates, he had them all in his head. Somehow cataloged ~ and he could tell you all about their families, the relationships and how they intertwined. He was a secret keeper I know, he knew others’ family secrets, but never broke that bond of silence. I never appreciated this with enthusiasm until now and surely from the other side, he’s laughing now that I have realized and am appreciating who he was.
He didn’t know he was running out of his tomorrows ~ a lesson for us all. The sadness comes in waves as do the tears and giggles of some of the memories I have of him. I don’t want to be sad all the time because I’m a ‘glass is half full’ type of gal.
So I’m ending on a high note ~ this song is for you Dad…
You Can Call Me Al ~ uq-gYOrU8bA
I am grateful for Al.
xo
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