A pic of the family when he came home. It’s weird. Growing up it’s hard to understand just how much our parents do for us. I’m only saying this generally of course. There are some parents who may not have been able or willing to be so generous to their family or children with their time or resources so if that previous statement ‘hit’ you…please know that isn’t my intent. In my case however I can only say that my parents DID do as much as they could. It wasn’t that we were ‘rich’ but my father had (and still has) one of the strongest work ethics of any man I have or will ever know. He worked hard for his family. My mother as well. She made her education a priority for some years and then worked until her arthritis made it impossible. While I won’t go so far as to say my sister and I didn’t ‘want’ for anything and keeping up with the ‘joneses’ wasn’t something we vvalued…my paren...
It's been a pretty great week. To say I've been blessed would be a colossal understatement. Many know that as part of my job of late I've been able to travel. This wasn't a part of my job when I started it three years ago. It started about two years ago. I'd travel a bit for one client but over these past two years I have been able to go to various locations for various clients to onboard them to our platform. It's a pretty cool thing. Even at 52 I find myself enjoying the chance to go to various places and experience local food, new churches and other fun stuff. I didn't realize though that the best perk would be being able to see my Dad more often. Dad moved to the Phoenix Arizona area about 11 years ago now. My Mom had passed and I think Dad realized that for his 'second chapter' he needed a new 'normal'. So in fall of 2013 I rode with Dad out to Sun City where he'd live with my Uncle and play music. He's thrive...
It's hard to lose your heroes. Such a profoundly obtuse statement in some ways. Of course it's hard. It involves dealing with ideas of mortality, growing into roles that until now we were happy to have filled by others and judging by the previous generations I've seen, an overwhelming urge to go to early bird dinners and eat peanut brittle and cole slaw (thank God I haven't gotten to that last stage yet...cole slaw still feels like an abomination YUCK) In the past few weeks I (and many many others) have been dealing with losing a true mentor and friend to cancer. Stan Gosek was a true renaissance person. Gifted in teaching, tennis and probably most importantly...music. He was a 'watershed' person for me and so many others I know. My wife asked me last week when I described Stan in those terms what it meant. I always defined a watershed person as someone who would come into my life, and change it so that every day after getting to know that person...my life woul...
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