I don’t know about you, but this week is flyin’! Busy weeks have their pros and cons, but the biggest pro is that it feels like Friday gets here quickly.
Just to let you know, tomorrow I’ll be teaching my first Wholyfit class in a gym. I’m pretty excited, wee-bit nervous {of the unknown} but very excited nonetheless. I’ve been looking for some good instrumental music, anyone have suggestions?
This Month for me is very bitter-sweet. I love the holidays, I love Thanksgiving and all the festivities that brings, I love the cool crisp air {ya know, when the humidity leaves us alone}, I love this time of year. But this particular month always holds a sadness…
For those that have been reading this blog for a while know that November 11, 2007 changed my world, forever.
On November 5th, 2007 we celebrated my dad’s 58th birthday. We did a 50′s theme, it was SO much fun. Dad kept saying how it was the best birthday he’s ever had and repeatedly told us his appreciation and how much he loved us.
Little did I know, that would be the last time I ever hugged and kissed my dad.
Friday, November 9th, 2007, I received a phone call at work that had me shaking from the moment I heard my sisters voice “Dad’s collapsed, we’re rushing to the hospital”.
That Friday & Saturday we waited, for what seemed like forever for my dad to wake up.
Sunday, November 11, 2007, 2:00AM I was barely sleeping, my sister came to wake up me and said the hospital called and said we need to go to the hospital, there was a change in Dad’s condition, not a good change.
That Sunday is such a blur in my mind. I never really completely grasped the term “Broken hearted”, I’d throw it around and say “That breaks my heart”, or with a passed boyfriend “He broke my heart”. How silly was I. Because the day that my Daddy passed away, I truly understand what a “broken heart” felt like. The pain of losing my Dad hurt far worse than anything I had ever experienced.
This November 11th will be 3 years this he died. November 5, tomorrow, he would have been 60 years old.
I don’t always sit around and mourn Dad’s passing, no I mostly think about the great things about him, how hilarious he was and how he could turn awkward silence into a laughing fest. He was a good man, and I like to talk about those things. But something about these few days in November that play over in my head like a movie you just don’t want to see ever again, that really reminds me of how painful it is that he’s not around anymore.
Yes, I get sad, I cry, but I don’t stay forever in that sadness, life does go on, life is to be celebrated and happy moments are meant to be created. Daddy would want that for me, for us.
So that’s just what I’m doing. Living life to all its worth. Are you?
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Aww, I’m so sorry about your Dad
Oh sweetheart I am so sorry you lost your Dad at such a young age! I’m sure your Dad is smiling upon you every single day. You are such a beautiful woman with such an amazing spirit…how proud he must be of you.
SHINE ON!
What a great blog! I can’t imagine the broken heart of a lost parent. I cried while reading your blog! Your dad sounds like he was a great dad!
PS. Good luck on the class! I’m anxious to hear all about it!
I know he is so proud of you missy!
good luck with your first class!! how exciting!!! i just know your dad’s cheering you on and beaming smiles from heaven!
have a great weekend darlin!
Oh no! I didn’t know that. I feel honored in a way that you emailed me on November 5. I like your perspective … I feel the exact same way. Make the most of what you’re given, because everything is a gift.