One thing that I know for sure is that no matter how long, how cold, or how lonely the winter has been, the sun always returns.
Like the weather, life can be uncertain. Storms. Ice. Fog. Winds that batter you around. Chills that go right through you. But it always clears up eventually and there is warmth again.
Seven weeks ago today, I got on a plane and traveled home to say goodbye to Dad. I’ve had a lot of time to reflect since then and am left feeling grateful for so many things. His influence lives on in me: my love of road trips, what my husband calls my “internal GPS,” how I drum on the steering wheel to a good song, how I look for the good and try to do the right thing.
Writing about the loss helped. There’s so much more that could be said and maybe I’ll do that someday. But now it’s time to do what Dad would’ve wanted and that is to focus on the future. Because who knows what good things lie on the road ahead?
And I say, it’s alright.