It seems lately there is more and more time in between the time I write. I hope I can find a good balance again. We can always hope, right? It is summer break, but nothing has slowed down for the kids. We still have music lessons, drumline practices, sports camps, and sport practices. I guess I should be happy the kids are healthy and able to participate, and that they choose to be active.
Yesterday we went over to see mom, and also help her get some work done. Lia drove your truck down to the power house and back home. She was nervous about driving your blue baby, but she did good for her first time. Dillon was taking the 3-wheeler and cart down and ran out of gas. It’s never a dull moment with those two. He went fishing last weekend and they caught 18 walleye. Mom told him that you would have been proud. He even ate some. After 5 years I still have moments that I wish you were here so I could see your reaction to things. However, there are also moments that I am glad that you are not able to witness them and that I am not able to hear/see your reaction. Hahaha!!
Today I had a moment when I was thinking, why did I only get 38 years with you? Then I was reminded that there are children who get even less time. On the radio on Friday they were taking calls about dads in honor of Father’s Day. There was a lady who shared about her dad and how even though he had been battling cancer for 28 years he was still leading by example for her and her family.
It’s all in perspective. It’s all in what we want to focus on. I heard a quote the other day, “until a day is over there is always a chance you will remember it for something else”. Today I am making the choice to remember it for something else (the morning hot tub conversation with JJ, laughing with Dillon, and having prayer time with Lia) and who knows what else still might happen. Happy Father’s Day, Dad!
A great guy and a great girl
I was just wondering why I hadn’t seen any recent Letters to Dad on my Facebook feed.
Fitting you posted for Fathers Day. I love reading these because it helps me realize how I’m not alone thinking about how my dad touched my life and the lives of others. Our dads now dwell with the Father and are missed.