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This is a post I wrote a month after my Dad died and I was trying to figure out what normal was and how to get there. It took me many more weeks and a couple months to be ready to blog again, as I am today. Sometimes things in life really throw me for a loop. My Dad’s death is one of those things. I still get thrown for a loop at times. Like the piece of mail I got this week. I’ve gotten decent at swallowing a bit, at least in the moment – sometimes. The trick is to not keep it swallowed and pushed away. The trick is still to allow myself to feel it, while also keeping on.
Either way, I’m opening some of my raw to you now. It trickles out slowly, not because I don’t want to talk about my Dad’s death, although I kind of don’t, more so because I don’t want to Only talk about my Dad’s death. My life is more than my Dad’s death. Just as my life is more than Motherhood. So, thank you, once again, for listening.
I may not be fully ready to get into the entire swing of all things blogging and business, but I know it’s coming. I’m feeling a little better during the days. I can see a bit more clearly the sun that’s shining. I can feel a bit more than numbness and sadness and pain. A little day hike with my 3 wonderful guys the other day certainly helped. The freshness of mountain air, breathing and moving the body, and seeing the sights.
Not many photos were taken, which is a bit out of the ordinary for us. Or more specifically, for me. But I was present. I was there in the mountains with my guys and we were hiking. We were breathing. We were moving our bodies.
And my dad was there, too.
He was there in my thoughts as I looked at the expansiveness of the earth below us and knew he’d have enjoyed the view. I knew he’d have loved to be there with us. That even in the few photos we took, he’d have enjoyed hearing about the hike and the family time we had.
After all, when I was a wee little girl, my parents would take us up in the mountains often. They walked and they did.
So, in continuing on with my love of the outdoors and adventure, I’m living my dad’s dream and his legacy.
He’s in me.
I am a part of him and I will always have him with me.
My life may be a little different now, especially as I can imagine much of what I do from this point forward will be for my dad, in some way or another. Yet, my life is also the same.
There’s the sameness of growing a family.
Of loving others.
All while being.
So, just as we wrote in the program for my Dad’s Celebration of Life service, his legacy lives on.