My friend, Christine

My friend Christine set up this site for me because she wants me to write down all the stories I tell her. I find myself contemplating the meaning of life, as I am grieving the loss of my dad this year, and many people I love are having new babies this year. Christine and her wonderful husband Jason just had a beautiful baby boy named Josiah. He is so precious. I got to hold him and put him to sleep and I was flooded with memories of how special those days are when a child is born. My son Nick will be 28 years old in December and yet, when I was holding little Josiah, it seemed like it was only yesterday when I held my little one and put him to sleep.
Life takes on a whole different meaning when a loved one dies. All of a sudden, 'today' becomes more important. All of my 'yesterday's seemed to have prioritized themselves, the most important memories at the fore front and the not-so-important memories way down low at the bottom, maybe to never be visited anymore. It's like, everybody is born with a number known only to God. But everyone gets one. I don't know how long it takes to grieve someone I love as much as I love my dad, but I do know that the love & happiness I've felt when a baby was born has never diminished. In my life, my happiest day was the day Nick was born. The saddest day was the day my father died. It is my hope that one day I will be able to celebrate my fathers life instead of greiving his passing. I am just not sure how to do that today. That's all I have to say today.