Yesterday marked 1 year since my father's passing.
One year of a lot of firsts.
First Father's Day I wasn't able to wish him.
First Thanksgiving & Christmas without him.
First of our birthdays where we didn't get wish each other.
First time not being able to bounce a new ideas off each other be it in person or via phone at 2am.
Countless other firsts and many more to come. Some that don't even hit me till that moment.
Thank you to all of the (old & new) friends (and family that have been there for me these past 12 months. For either checking in on me or being directly involved in my life in one way or the other. I hope you all know who you are. I know I sometimes don't say thank you enough but know everything has been appreciated. Thank you.
And for those of you that ghosted and/ or dropped the fucking ball after my father passed without explanation, Thank You all as well. It's made the challenge of weeding out the unnecessary drama and situations in my life easier. No hard feelings. Life is short.
For those that have read this far, thank you.
I leave you with this poem by Rudyard Kipling titled 'If'
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they