Daddy

I remember Daddy’s face as I was coming around the corner in the nursing home. I would stand there for a few minutes behind the column before he knew I was there. I wanted to see if he was happy.

He just sat there at the table and then put his head down. It broke my heart. But then, he caught my eye and his face came alive. All that love just started pouring out and everything was fine again. 

You cannot witness that every day and not be changed. My heart opened a little more every time I saw him until finally, I was a different person. My heart was open. While his body and mind were frail, his love was powerful and it changed my life. 

And then he died.

I am watching the sun come up. It’s beautiful. Life has a way of renewing itself. Today I have a brand-new chance to figure it out.

I think of Daddy as I meditate before leaving bed and ask him to help guide me to ask the right questions today.

I’m ready for anything...