Life is good, even when it's hard.
It was a hard week.
Dad passed away on Saturday, October 20th.
It's funny how something so difficult can bring folks together.
He was ten days shy of 90 years old. I'm sure not all of them were great years, but overall, I would say, he had a good life.
Dad was always concerned we do things "the right way." He was so encouraging and supportive. Many of us had fathers like that and some, sad to say, did not.
Our parents make us what we are.
My friend Malik has an interesting perspective. He says, "when someone close to you passes away, that person becomes a part of you ... and who you become from that point forward. Think about it; you are a new person, aren't you?"
I like that. It's comforting.
Anything I can say about dad would not do justice to the kind of man he was. He led a simple life that he loved. In the end, I know he had his good friends, his golf, and his loving family. He was a contented soul.
Now the race, for him, is done, and he has laid down to rest.
Rest well dad. I will miss him terribly.
Thanks to all of you who make life good, even when it's not so good.
Until next week, I wish you peace.