It has been over a week since I have posted, and the only reason I have to give is that I was busy. But with three blog posts in the hopper and a bunch of projects underway, I can’t feel bad about that. Sometimes you just have to say things on your own time and for your own reasons.
It is one week until my 36th birthday. And one week until my first birthday since my father has died. It hasn’t even been six months.
I don’t know how other people deal with this particular moment in their lifetimes. I don’t know many as “young” as me that have had to. Perhaps only my friends Suzanne and Josh will relate — and for them, they lost parents far earlier than I did — Suzanne, in elementary school (when I thought she would be my wife) and Josh, in high school.
For me, this “moment of truth” has been a great blessing because it has taught me to really think about who I am and what I stand for. And it has been a curse, because it also becomes the Mack Truck that bears down on me uncontrollably when I wish it would just go away.