Tag: Dad

Wish you were here, so we could talk

Disney World
we would have walked the streets of my hometown, at all hours of the day or night

 

Dear Dad, we both did the best we could with what we knew at the time.

This is a familiar story for many families.

What’s in front of me now is the paradox of trying to think a decade, two, or even three ahead while still living in the moment.

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PS. April 10, 2001 (it was Good Friday), seems like forever ago.

What if? I’ll never know. Most likely neither will you.

living with regret
my Dad, Jack Noel, always loved Disney World (my adulthood hometown)

 

What if?

I’ll never know.

Most likely neither will you.

My Dad passed away long before these questions surfaced.

Long before the desire, and courage, and determination – to question everything…

… and wonder… what if?

PS. Dad, I love you. Miss you. Wish you were here, so we could talk. And go camping. With your grandson.

Begs the question doesn’t it? Will situations like these change us?

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