I haven't posted but once this month. My focus has not been on shopping or on what not to wear. I have a marathon to run in 3 days, and I am sorely unprepared. It is a good thing I have 7 hours to complete the race, otherwise I might just drop out.
I am sitting in my Madre's dining room using her computer. I rushed here a week and a half ago from Southern CA to be with my folks during my Padre's last few days on this earth. He has been very ill for months, and it was only at the end that anyone would really acknowledge what I feared. I am blessed to have had him all these years. He has molded and shaped me in more ways than I can count. His constant support and guidance will always be with me and have an impact for the rest of my days.
My father was a kind, gentle, and wise man. He was a scholar and a teacher. His influence over others was subtle but lasting. He was the kind of man that could command a room. He was respected in his work and all that met him, whether through his work, or in his personal life, were impacted by his wisdom. He was humble, he was gracious, he was fair, and above all he was kind. He accepted people and their foibles and helped them overcome their weaknesses, playing to their strengths. He was my Daddy. I miss him.
Love,
S
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