Bitter sweet. Today is bitter sweet. June 13th. It’s my daddy’s 60th birthday, and barring a miracle, it will be his last. I am sitting beside of him as many seconds today as I can. We’ll have friends over to eat cake with him and sing happy birthday, and it’s mostly a happy day. But, I’d be lying if I said today was all happy.
I think of the impact 60 years can have, and wonder if I’ll be able to have that much impact in 90. About a dozen cards a day, 2000+ Facebook friends showering him with love and support, people all over town who attribute their lives being saved thanks to my daddy and their doctor, and hundreds of people that profess they are kinder, more thoughtful or better people just for having known my dad. A dear friend, Kristin once told me about what her husband, Wayne said about my father. Kristin said, “your dad and Wayne’s grandfather were the two best men Wayne had ever known. Your dad raised the bar for Wayne personally on what a man should be.” Testaments to my father have poured in from every direction. We have been absolutely showered with love, when many people feel very abandoned when they go through this process. We have dozens of people stop by every day to visit with my dad or to help my mother in some way or another. Laundry, mow the yard, do dishes, cook… you name it. I am not completely sure of how you go about building so much rapport with so many people. But I’d like to believe that my dad taught me something about it, and I hope that in 90 years I can begin to scratch the surface on having a similar impact. But for today, I’m going to try to put aside the illness, and just celebrate my daddy. He truly is a great man, and I am so bless that I hit the jackpot when it comes to family. Happy Birthday Daddy! You are my hero and my biggest fan, and I will love you for always.