Today marks 4 year since I lost my Dad.
I’m measuring those years within his “dash” in daylights – in sunsets. In midnights – in cups of coffee. In inches – in miles. In laughter – in strife. In LOVE!
We shared a love of many, many things, especially musicals. RENT was one of our favorites and after he died “Seasons of Love” took on a new meaning.
Back in January 2010 a friend of mine challenged me to measure my year in cups of coffee, which lead to measuring my miles, my body, my health and the rest is history.
I get a lot of joy and satisfaction in measuring my life. It makes life seem a little more permanent and a little less fleeting at times.
There are times everyday where I wish I had my Dad to call. I wish he could see me now (well I believe he can), but I wish I could see him. I know he’s with me every day, every mile, every thought.
I can’t help, but wonder just how into my racing he would have been. He was always my number one supporter and cheerleader. I loved making him proud. He would have gotten such a kick out of me running/racing.
I’m fairly certain he would have come out to California to see me run my Marathon. I actually first went to LA with him, back in grad school. He lived in California for a few years when he was in his 20s. They were some of the best years of his life and I think that’s all part of the reason that drew me to run in Cali (well that and David Cook if I’m being honest).
Here are some of the posts I wrote last year about my Dad around his anniversary if you’re interested.
I’ll leave you with this. One quote I remember my Dad telling to me in a time of struggle in my life was, “Plant your own garden instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.” That quote has meant so much to me over the years. YOU only have one life and YOU need to make the most of out of, right now.
I love you Daddy.
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