After blogging for more than a decade, I’ve decided this one will be my last. It’s time for a little something different.
My funny, smart, devoted 90 year-old father passed away recently, so it feels like a natural time to make some adjustments, recreate, and continue on… which is exactly what Dad did whenever he faced difficult obstacles or a deep loss.
Like many children who were raised during the depression, my father acquired a formidable layer of resiliency and optimism, despite his challenging childhood circumstances. He loved life and made the most of his.
A couple years ago, I asked my dad (already legally blind with a failing heart) how he kept at it every day — rising early, following the same routine, exercising on the treadmill, dressing well, reading (large font) novels on his Kindle, cursing at the exasperating news, cracking his famous jokes, flirting with my mom — and he told me the answer is simple:
You have to keep moving forward, no matter what.
If you stop and dwell on the past — all that you cannot change — then your body will give up. And eventually, you will give up.
So brush off yesterday, reimagine today, and walk toward tomorrow… because every day is a gift and a chance to begin again.
Thank you, Dad.

 

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