The wait is over.
Much has transpired over the past few months. Updates on what’s been up between then and now will follow in future posts, but I’d like to take a moment to cover perhaps the most profound change that’s taken place recently.
The end of sickness
Saturday, October 22nd, at roughly 9 am, my Dad’s battle with ALS came to an end, and he was ushered into Heaven.
After 2 years of battling Lou Gherig’s disease, my Pop breathed his last.
This is not in any way a post about asking for help, prayer, or thoughts. We have a very loving family, circle of friends, and church who have helped us abundantly beyond anything we could ask or dream.
Due to the nature of my Dad’s disease, for the past few weeks and months leading up to his death, we were never sure when it would be the last time we would see or talk to him. So every interaction with him was treated like it would be the last.
At first, that seems like a rough way to live, but believe me, it’s not.
The perspective gained from treating every interaction like it was the last helped. I truly feel as though I have no regrets about the time I spent with my Dad in the past few weeks. Every talk, kiss, and “I love you Dad” was from the heart. Each extra one was simply a bonus.
All of this got me thinking…
Am I living my life in a way that’s ready to be ended at any moment?
At the time, I don’t think I was. But now…well now is a different story.
I won’t spill all the beans here, but needless to say, I’m back behind the keyboard and am going to be contributing a whole lot more to this site in the weeks to come.
So for my readers that have stuck by for this long, I welcome you back.
We’ll chat soon.