I'm having more fun now than I've had in a long, long time. While my life is a bit chaotic right now and definitely even more complicated than usual, I'm bringing back pieces of myself that I'd begun to believe would forever remain buried.
To be me again brings me a core sense of peace.
To have those closest to me believe in me amplifies my inner strength and drives me to do and be more.
To finally see glimpses of hope... can quite literally take my breath away.
I was thinking of my dad this morning...when he was exactly my age, he was facing his unavoidable death. He spent his last months doing what he could to make the most of things. To leave memories that his family and his daughters would not forget. I never have.
To be honest, I expected this upcoming birthday to be my last as well. History has always had a funny way of coming full circle or repeating itself with me.
When I consider where I'm at right now, I can't help but contrast to what he must have gone through. He had no hope. Some how I've managed to find bits and pieces that I'm trying to make the most of. Because maybe...just maybe...there's more for me that what I've been surviving on.
Dad...you're quiet strength, your grace and your dignity will never be forgotten.
-Katherine
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