Four trips around the sun...1461 spins of this gravity restricted rock we are riding on...or 126,144,000 seconds. That's what I and anyone reading have had, to do absolutely anything that we want, that my Daddy didn't. He wasn't the shell of human suit that shriveled gape mouthed in that Hospice bed. He wasn't the confused and muscle spasmed person that his disease made him look like. He was charismatic and magnetic. He had the way about him that made everyone that came near him love him. He was goofy and random and boingy. He would two hand hold your elbow and put his forehead on your shoulder laughing. He would pick up and hug and play with every baby in sight. He would do Tim the tool man impersonations at the most unpredictable times. He would put a leaf in dirt and make a tree. He touched peoples lives like most of us only wish we could.
I found this picture of me and my Pop from a long time ago. Daddy is in the background being his classic normal self....(you have to forgive my 1989 hair)
My world is a much different place than it was four years ago...almost unrecognizable. Whether he knows it or not, he taught me to laugh at whatever you find funny...talk for stuffed animals if you want to. And most of all Carpe Diem, Seize the Day...it is after all, all we really have.
