Where am I getting with all of this?
At the risk of sounding cheesy, he became my inspiration; bringing meaning to my already fulfilling life. When his heart would break, there was always a lesson and/or a time of reflection. Whether it was good or bad, he thanked God for what he had.
I too, am thankful. Thankful for the life I live and thankful to God for this crazy, yet unbelievable life.
When I first started blogging, I began with the dream that I one day, would be the next Erma. Volume 1 was written to remind myself to keep life on the "light" side, no matter how difficult. It also served to provide my mother with communication about what was going on in my life; and when she could tell I was hurting, I'd get a phone call.
The phone doesn't ring during those times anymore, and stopped ringing seven years ago; and it will be two years since my father died; both, in the month of August. There has been life after their deaths and the only regret I have is that I haven't recorded that time in writing.
And again, back to Rory's inspiration, he adds pictures...and those that know me, know, I will have one or two of those...
Mom, although the phone didn't ring; this ones for you and Dad.
Thank you. Thank you, for this life I live.
