I am car-less today and cleaning up around the dormpartment as I like to so affectionately call it. On my desk were a pile of pictures and one was of my dad when he was about 18. I teared up and thought about how I would like to talk to him about the picture. It is from Vietnam (he was drafted and serving his time) it's a part of his life he didn't talk much about until after he got sick. He is smiling in the picture and I know that part of his life was hell. His smile captured me.
I started thinking about all the things I would ask my dad if I could have a conversation with him while he was coherent and I was an adult. I wasn't able to have a coherent conversation with him after I was 7 years old. Ten years between his coma and his death. More questions with out answers. I often wonder what he would think of how my life is turning out. People tell me he would be proud of me. One has told me that he wouldn't agree with my serving the church and God. So who really knows?
I leave you with the gratitude for all the people with whom I have shared precious breaths with, even the most frustrating breaths.
May you be blessed this day with sharing precious breath with those you love.