I usually don't mention this to many but I feel like this is a time to be open and share a little bit. Today is the 5th anniversary of my father's death. Five years ago today, my Dad passed away due to complications from his kidney transplant that he had just a day-and-a-half prior. Until he was called in for surgery, he had been on dialysis for almost four years after being diagnosed with kidney failure.
Above is my favorite pic of us, way back from 1983 (if you couldn't tell it was the 80's already with my pop's jheri curl, heh) - some of you may have seen it before. The pic is my constant reminder that I should always reach higher in life.
I had just began my sophomore year when he passed. It was a tough quarter after that, let alone getting through the rest of college. One half of the union that created me was gone. I'll admit, I'm a daddy's girl, and always will be until it's my time to go.
Usually, I'm not the type to want to give away my life story but this I didn't want to pass up the opportunity to express how I feel. I don't bring up the loss in everyday conversation to receive pity points from people, that's not my motive. I just try to live life to the fullest like my Dad would want me. My Mom and I have our moments where we miss just seeing him everyday, I know deep down he wouldn't want us to dwell on him not being around but to celebrate the good times we shared from playing putt putt, going to dinner, or me being embarrassed at him dancing to a song that I liked while at a red light - with a lot of other cars around. :)
These past five years I've noticed how many characteristics that I do have of his, from his walk (forget walking straight lines, I walk in serpentine lines...), to how the volume of my voice goes up when I'm really excited about something. Little things like that makes me feel connected to him.
My point is to never take anybody close to you for granted. Always tell them that you love them. Its strange, I remember when I left my Dad's hospital room the last night before I coming back just a few hours later that I told him "Good night, I'll see you tomorrow." That tomorrow will come.
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