It's been six months since my dad passed away. Really 6 months and 4 days but who's counting......
I think about how my life would have been different had he died back in September of 1985 when he had his first heart attack at the Bears game. I think about how my life would have been different had he died during his first open heart surgery back in 1995. And finally, I think about how my life would have been different had he died when he went into cardiac arrest (by himself) in the bakery section of the grocery store in Maui almost five years ago.
He was one lucky guy. Always in the right place at the right time, always making it thru the most challenging procedures, his strength, perseverance and wicked sense of humor always shining bright every step of the way, leaving all who knew him in awe.
I've been thinking a lot about strength & being strong over the past 6 months. I've been thinking how the last 31 years of my dad's life have been the pillar of strength for me.
I've also been thinking that everything will be all right.
xoxo
