It was the end of my second year of teaching, and my dad had been diagnosed with cancer just a couple days before. He told me to wait and come up after I had a day or two of rest. He said he'd still be there in the hospital... so there was no rush. I left early in the morning a couple days after the end of the school year to make the almost nine hour drive home to Ohio. I arrived two hours too late. He had passed away unexpectedly. Though they had given him six months to a year...he died 4 days after being diagnosed. Twenty two years later...this is ever present on my heart and mind. Not because of guilt, but because I know we are not promised tomorrow here on this earth. We need to treasure EVERY DAY, love TODAY, help TODAY, make a difference TODAY.....because tomorrow may be too late.
It has been a rough year. If you are a teacher...I know it has been a struggle. My hope is that you will use this summer to recharge & reflect on life. There has been so much good in the midst of the struggle. There always is if we take a moment to look.
Be a blessing. Speak life. Lend a hand. Love.
I'm sorry you lost him so early! Thankful you have great memories of him. 💗ReplyDelete