Two years ago today, I said goodbye to the man in front of me for the last and final time. Two years. Life continues forward at an unrelenting pace. I remember thinking, right after my dad died, that all I wanted was for time to stop, just for a little while. I needed to process, I needed time to understand what had just happened, how this man that I so deeply loved could simply be gone. In reality, all we have is time. It's just a question of how we choose to use it.
This photo was taken only a few months before my dad's death. A couple months later, he went sit-skiing in Park City because he couldn't get his feet into ski boots- it was too painful. He fought through so much pain to be able to continue doing the things he loved, up until the day he died. Don't take time for granted. If you have a dream in life, don't wait for the perfect moment to begin. Time moves forward at an unrelenting pace. Begin now, plant seeds, dream, imagine, prosper.
I miss you, dad, so much. But as time moves forward without your physical being by my side, I tend to be more and more grateful for the times that we had together. Like this one. Thank you for fighting through your pain so that I could have more memories like this to carry me through my lonely times. I know you're still here with me, in some capacity, even if only in my heart. You'll be there forever. I love you.