I started this blog three years ago today, not knowing what I would write, but feeling an internal need to do so. I had no idea what good would come of it: the soothing nature of fleshing out [some of] my thoughts.
worry aboutAt the time, I had no idea that between then and now, I would lose my father to prostate cancer, and it turned ouot to be a good thing to just be able to “talk through it.”
I watched the video of my father’s life yesterday with my daughter, and found myself with wet cheeks again, realizing immediately how I miss him, and how much water has since passed under that particular bridge.
This day is a very full one. I am crossing a new bridge, the other side of which will bring me new paths, new decisions and new challenges. I’ll speak of that bridge soon, when I have fully crossed.
A fellow was quoted last evening on an episode of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition — There are so many things to think about, but nothing to worry about.
I like that.