Once I thought that I’d live in California forever. But I didn’t.
Once I thought that my dad would live forever. But he was not able to.
I never ever thought that I’d live in Tucson, surrounded by my father’s memories.
But suddenly, I do.
I’ve never known the depth of this grace.
I’ve never known this level of humbling fatherly love.
My gratitude is bottomless. My blessings quiet me.
My love is deep. Therefore my grief is deep.
I am a lucky girl because I am my father’s daughter.
I am just going through the motions day after day, missing my father immensely.
But it is with these motions that I will persevere & find my way & a new life.
Because this is how my father taught me to live.
Keep on pushing until I reach the top of the mountain.