My calendar sits eerily upon the tv table a few feet out of my reach. I did not need to jot a reminder for what was to take place tomorrow, September 18th. An anniversary, not of the joyous kind, such as a wedding, but of the kind that won’t be celebrated. It is the day that my beloved dad would breathe his last in 2021.

I am genuinelly thankful for a busy and productive day on the 18th to help steer me away from deep thoughts and memories that ping across my brain as I think about dad and the horribly difficult days that he struggled through one year ago.

He was an amazing man who was dedicated, loving, athletic, financial savvy, patient, a phenomenal leader, morally strong, and someone who loved living entombed in a broad sweep of information, always seeking to do almost everything better, and his heart was set on sharing useful and life-changing information with those around him. Did I mention that he was a phenomenal storyteller?

He loved an occasional visit to Starbucks and U of Arizona football games to treat his fortunate son and share a special moment.

I dearly miss you dad.

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