November 13, 1964 - 47 years ago - tomorrow as I write - my brother and I were awakened by our mother with the words: "Daddy died this morning" (or similar) - Now at age 60 - I reflect - thinking again of the father I wish I could (continued to have) had.
At that time - as an immature boy of 13 - I didn't cry, though I certainly felt a huge loss. Now - I can be sad - and cry easily, feeling my loss.
I've been very lucky to have had 60 years of living in good health. I've been lucky to still have my mother and others in my life who mean a lot to me. I'm very lucky to have a wonderful son who hopefully will make a lot less mistakes in his life than I've made. I'm lucky to have a lot of memories and a history to look back at.
I'm not "owed" anything more that I'm aware of. I appreciate the opportunities I have to live and make choices in my life that are both important and trivial. My life has for the most part been good.
I'm appreciative of so much! Thanks!
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