My father passed away two years ago today.
Not a day goes by where I don’t miss his presence and influence in my life.
Not a day goes by where I’m not thankful for the time we had together. I grew up without him, but we connected later in life, after I went through college. It was a really unique experience to get to know my father as two adults. There was so much he taught me about positivity, generosity, humility… I learned a lot about myself and a lot about the person I wanted to be.
While I will always certainly wish I could have had more time with him, I look back and feel immensely grateful that we had the time we did. If he had passed away before we reconnected, I never would have known the real him, and never would have had the experiences and the closure that I have.
And for that I am grateful.