2016 will mark 5 years without my daddy. It seems so strange to say that, because often times it feels as if he is on a prolonged business trip. I have talked with others who have experienced loss and they say they feel the same. Sometimes I feel like my dad's contact number will still show up on my phone. Sometimes I dream that I will answer and he will tell me something about the Indians or the Cavs, or his beloved Ava.
But no, this just won't happen. My dad breathed his last breaths 4 and a half years ago. It is so strange to say that and so painful.
We have this concept of death, that it is final and forever. Because of my belief in Christ, I am confident that I will see my dad again. And for that reason, I am SO excited.
Because my dad was one of the most beautiful humans that ever walked this earth. He had so much love to give. He would give you the shirt off of his back, and his shoes. Even in the midst of a painful journey with ALS, he could still smile.
I learned so much from my dad. So many beautiful things about baseball, U2, beer, and love. I learned more from my papa than I will ever learn in a classroom. The 9 months of ALS was perhaps my greatest lesson. It taught me compassion, it taught me to appreciate health, it taught me the concept of cherishing moments, and it showed me what I want in my own marriage.
My dad's life isn't the years between the dash. My dad's life is the lessons he taught me, my brothers, and the countless lives he touched. That is his life, and it isn't over.
Thanks for the lessons, legend. You are forever missed.