6 Days

It’s been six days since my father died, and I ‘m still trying to wrap my head around it.

My father was a good man, and well loved, the church was overflowing at the service on Friday, and many people talked about what my father had done for them, how he’d helped then in some manner, large or small, and their great love and admiration for him.

I don’t think I’ll ever be as good a person as my father (although I know my wife may think different), but if I’ve learned one thing this week, it’s that you need to be the change you want, you need to do what’s right, or appropriate, even if no one else does. Do what’s important to you.  Help those that need it.

And, I think that that is the greatest thing that my father left for me.

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