Where were you 5 years ago today? Often we don't think about that question. But today marks 5 years since my sweet dad died. I remember. Every year. And to me that is a good thing.
5 years ago at this time I was anxiously sitting on a plane from Houston to Montreal, hoping that I would be there in time so that I could give my father one final goodbye hug. We'd gotten a call the day before that he had had a brain bleed and was being kept alive on life support. It took me over 24 hours to get home because we had driven 9 hours to go to the beach, and I didn't have my passport. He was 78 and we'd visited him 5 times that year, in anticipation of that moment. It still caught me completely off guard.
I won't try and put into words how much I loved, admired and cherished my dad. Or how similar we are, or how much he taught me during the 44 years he was my dad. I am who I am today because of what he taught me.
Our time on this planet is limited, and reflecting back on where we were a year ago, 5 years ago, 10 years ago and beyond can give us perspective. I have grown more in the last 5 years that I ever imagined, did things I never imagined I would, and see the world in the way one does when someone close to you has past. You learn to pay attention to what REALLY matters. And drop the rest.
As I rode my bike today, a habit I didn't have 5 years ago, it is amazing to look back on the road that I have been on.
Tonight we go out and celebrate my dad, Chinese Food in our bellies (his favorite), Big Bang Theory on TV (also his favorite), and Ben and Jerry's for desert.
We miss you so dad. But we know that you are watching after us every day.