Lost my dad 4 years ago today. 4 years. Not a day goes by where I dont think of him, or something i want to tell him, or show him, or ask his advice about.
But what is giving me pause tonight is the realization that I didnt remember this was the anniversary of his death until 8 pm this evening. Sitting on the couch, it hit me, It’s April 7.
No way I should ever be too busy or stressed or self involved to miss the anniversary of my father’s death. No way I should spend the day involved in a hundred other issues and not take the time to go to his grave.
Im sorry dad. Sorry that i get self involved.
Time to rethink me a bit. Or a lot. I pride myself on realizing what is important in life, in putting my family first, in praising God, in working a life of service. But, at what cost. Time to center ….