Dad's lessons

He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it. ~Clarence Budington Kelland

Unlike the day that my dad died, the days are moving painfully slowly. So many thoughts run thru my head that it is so hard to keep up with all of them. My hands, wrist and hips are hurting again however I decided I was going to man up and stop my pity party. I will focus on the great memories that I have of my dad instead of the bad ones or the stuff that he had to go thru during his last moments. Everybody loved my dad and his big smile, his awesome sense of humor; in a nutshell I learned from him patience, kindness and integrity... he had the gift of living in the moment as well that's for sure. Many times he told me that my word was my bond and that I needed to work hard for I wanted. While I was going thru the motions during the funeral and its details I took time to check my emails and fb. Alex sent me an email telling me that he had an appointment to order her graduation ring and wrote in my fb wall that we needed to talk about finances and she needed some books. Not a word about my dad. I didn't reply. Before I left when I found out about dad, I was worried about her reaction, once again I was wrong because she didn't seem to be concerned about grandpa or me. Of course I will not hold it against her, it is the illness. I skipped today's Al-Anon meeting, I need time... Like Jeff says: it'll be alright honey, it'll be alright.