I have two things to share.
This blog is officially two years old. The first post was on July 19, 2011. How could I have ever imagined the number of amazing people I would meet, people who have enriched my life in ways I can't begin to express, people who have had my back through my own moments, through my mom's diagnosis of metastatic disease and through other things that have been a little less public. How could I have known? And how do I express my gratitude for such a warm welcome? Thank you for being in my life.
Today, I celebrate and honor my dad. He has been gone for six years, gone from the dining room table, gone from the holiday celebrations, gone from the doctor's offices. I miss him. I miss his wisdom. I miss his steady hand guiding me on shaky ground. There's been lots of shaky ground lately. I could really use his guidance. Instead, I rely on memories. I remember the lessons he taught me. Not by preaching, although no one could command the attention of everyone in a room like my dad, I learned by his example. My dad, a life well lived and one cut short far too soon.
One of my favorite photos, this was taken less than seven months before his death. I love you, dad.