Why the struggle? Because while we can learn from life every day; we are rarely as raw, open and heartfelt as when trying to reason with the why of loss. There is this small window of opportunity to learn from these significant events otherwise life’s responsibilities cloud over the lesson. I am no longer grieving the loss of my dad just trying to apply it (in a more meaningful way) to my life.
Maybe I have learned more than I realize and the distance of time and perspective just haven't kicked in yet. My dad rarely said a negative word about anyone and when I talk with acquaintances, I'm working at giving them the benefit of the doubt vs listening to what others may have said. My family has always been important to me but now it’s effortless to see their greatness vs weaknesses. Laughing and spending time with good people are my latest priorities.
And I have to say that my book has been a pleasant distraction. In fact, I have my first book signing this weekend! I followed my dream and I know my dad would be proud.
So I continue to question – how do I grow from this experience? Time will tell…