Two years ago…
I watched him take his last breath.
I saw his soul leave his body.
I started learning some painful lessons.
The biggest and hardest-earned one is the realization that nothing will kill me except what’s actually going to kill me.
It’s forced me to stop holding myself back out of fear.
It’s led me to make decisions that are considerably more bold and reckless than I’ve ever been before.
Decisions that would have killed the old me.
Yet, here I am. Still standing.
Dad, thanks for sticking with me. I miss you every day.