Around this time on this date last year I was heading back to see my Pops at the hospital. It would turn out the last time I would see him alive and I wouldn’t change it for anything. He was ready to go on living or to join Mom who died almost to the day one year before. Either way he was content for which I am grateful.
Daily I realize how blessed I was to have had my parents, first as Father and Mother, then and Mom and Pops, then as friends. I am also blessed to have had parents who loved me, and I them, and that we really liked each other. They are sorely missed by me and others. Yet through the hardship of it all, me and my best friend The Bride, have learned to live every day as well plan for the future all the while honoring the past. You can do it all I think but you must live every day because time is short. Life is about choices,choose daily that it is time to fly.