There comes a point where you have to quit being stuck in the sadness and loss that comes with death, and learn to celebrate the great things that came from someones life. Today made 4 years since my dads death. He wasnt a saint, and he might not have always might the right call every time. He did, however, make me appreciate a hard days work and the value of earning the things you have in life. Its probably the best lesson I could have been given. Since he passed, I have spoken at the state capitol, defeating the legislation I opposed and passing legislation I wrote, I have traveled around the world, I have opened a business, and I have helped create an international nonprofit organization. Each one of those stung, knowing he didnt get to see some of the biggest accomplishments of my life that came from that work ethic, but I am grateful for the good memories that we made. When my friends see my drive for work, my stubbornness, the blind love and hatred that I defend those close to me with, or the willingness to do whatever I can to help my friends, they see the best parts of my dad that were given to me. Its the first year I havent cried, and I am determined to focus on celebrating the good memories. I am hoping I get to suspend this weekend, but well see what happens. For now, time to snuggle my husband and sleep.
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 02:58:26 +0000
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