National Nutrition Month, Reaching a Milestone, and a Giveaway!
Yes, it’s still winter, but spring is fast approaching so I figured I’d better get in another update. I long for spring and warmer weather; of course in Texas, you could possibly experience all of the seasons in just a matter of days. Our weather changes like a pendulum swings…
Just a quick check-in to let you know how I am and what’s been going on with me since I’ve been very absent from blogging lately.
“Winter sunlight is a warm old soul, spreading love in the bitter cold.” Angie Weiland-Crosby
I truly admire those bloggers that are able to write a post daily or even weekly. These days I seem to lack ideas for new content, as well as the energy and time to write/edit/cultivate media/edit some more and then post. I had a while where I was posting regular content. And then back in the fall of 2018, things in my life took a turn when both of my parents became ill.
“When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.” ~ William Shakespeare
If you’ve been reading my blog for awhile now, you may recall that my father developed stage IV cancer back in 2018, and then my mother had a stroke. I began making monthly trips from Texas to Oregon, to spend time with my parents. My father passed in June of 2019, but I still continued to visit my mother regularly. That is until the Spring of 2020, when we entered a worldwide pandemic.
After being a huge Beatles fan since I was quite young, I got to see Paul McCartney live for the first time a few nights ago. Before the concert even started, my Facebook status read: “Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on. Brah! La-la, how the life goes on.” This was in part a nod to the recent passing of my father, as well as my excitement for the show. Little did I know that Sir Paul would later be leading the crowd in a sing-along to that very song! 🙂 ❤
My father was many things to many people, but to me he was just daddy. And he was my hero.
This Father’s Day is quite poignant for me, as I lost my father two weeks ago now. The last words he said to me just a few days before that were, “Happy Birthday,” and then he drifted off to sleep for a few days. While his passing was expected given the 7 months he spent in hospice care, the loss did not hurt any less. So today, Father’s Day, I will spend quietly mourning the loss of my dad, remembering all the great times we had, and celebrating my husband for the father he is to our two kids.
Dad didn’t want a funeral or a fuss. We had a small memorial to honor him, and so the family could come together and share stories. My oldest brother gave the service and led us in songs. My older brother put together a slide show of a lifetime of memories. And I gave the eulogy. Afterwards we had a wonderful meal and there I was, taking dad’s place, and giving a toast.
Dad’s eulogy was the hardest thing I have ever sat down to write. It was even harder to give. But today, I want to share it.