Another day has passed.

I couldn’t sleep. I was awake at 2:30 am. So I watched the sunrise.

Another day has passed.

So I watched the sunset. Having witnessed another full day is, in fact, a complete blessing.

In the massive and unfulfillable shadow of my father, I have come to some conclusions that I must, I feel compelled to, pass on to my dearest readers.

I can remember my father saying, an unknown number of years ago: “I wish I’d gotten to know my father better.”

And that’s all he’d said. It was a massive revelation I’d been sufficiently obtuse to ignore.

So, what might you ask, are my lessons learned? They will mostly be stating the obvious but, I submit, the obvious so frequently escapes us all; certainly it escaped me thoroughly.

And that is this:

Time passes. And oh so rapidly.

We are so busy running our lives, worrying, sweating the minutae — that we tend to forget the value of family and of relationships. We “fall back” on the simple presence of an individual and feel comfort knowing that they exist in our realm — whether we speak to them, visit them, interact with them or not. It is this comfort factor and the screaming pulse of life that deters us — deterred me —