Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Tomorrow would have been my dad's 61st birthday. Sadly, on September 16, 2011 he lost a short and violent battle with cancer. After he died, I truly felt that a piece of me had died with him. For several months after he passed, I fed my grief. I ate everything that was put in front of. Devoured it in a decadent, indulgent attempt to fill what was missing. Then one day, I woke up. I realized that the sorrow and emptiness I was feeling was just a small measure of the joy and inspiration that loving him and being loved by him was. I had been blessed beyond reason to have had him in my life, no matter how short that time seemed. I can't put in words the strength, independence, compassion and unconditional love that he taught me and so many others. Rembering him is what brought my spark back. I am thrilled to be on this journey and to know that he is with me every step of the way because it means I get to share my hero with others.