What a year this has been. I lost my father early in 2016. I am still recovering and moving on with life. I had no idea how deeply connected we are as fathers and sons until he wasn't there.
After many months making adjustments in my soul, my life, my family, things are starting to get "Normal." Never the same, just the new Normal.
This first post will be short, because life is too short. You, go out into the world and see it and meet people. Play. Love and be loved. You are here for far too little time to be petty and small and vindictive; there's no making more time after you're gone and no amount of money will bring you back.
I'm thankful today, and every day, for my father. Whether you met him, spoke to him (most likely) or heard his voice, he touched a lot of lives and continues to bring smiles to those who remember.
—thankfulSpirit