A year ago today my Dad was released from the hospital after being there for several weeks; relatively speaking, things were looking up. The infection had supposedly cleared. I’d already dropped out of school to care for him and he was in great hands as Janet had moved back home, so the next day, I left on a solo roadtrip out west for an undetermined length of time to recharge my worn body, brain, and soul from everything the past year had brought.
As I got in my car he wished me goodbye from the front steps and said, “I’d love to join you sweetheart, I’m just not ready yet”.
He did join me, though - In a part of my heart that holds my love for him, and his love for me. And he’s still there. Still here. In New Zealand. On a Tuesday in April. Everyday, everywhere. In perfect thoughtfulness.
But damn, there ain’t a thing I wouldn’t do or trade for the real thing.
Live your life for yourself because nothing else makes as much sense, but take the time to show appreciation for those who support you in living your life. Rarely do I tell others what to do, but get on with some hugging or something today, okay?