There's a lot going through my mind right now. Some of it can be attributed to the pregnancy hormones, but that's really only a tiny part of it. I found out this morning that the father of a friend of mine passed away today from a long battle with cancer. It hit me really hard because not only was I sad for her terrible loss, I also found myself revisiting some of the sorrow I went through when I lost my own father. Later in the afternoon when I found out more details of his passing from a mutual friend of ours, I lost it again. It's not easy to hide tears from your co-workers in my office, but I managed to do it somehow. My friend and her family will continue to be in my thoughts.
I haven't told you all the story of the morning when Brent and I found out I was pregnant, but the first thing I did after showing Brent the positive test? I burst into tears because I immediately thought about how Em Dash would never get to meet one of its grandfathers. My dad would have been an amazing grandfather. He would have taught Em Dash about crazy food combinations (like mayonnaise on corn). He would have told Em Dash about all the wacky pranks he played when he was growing up, which we would then have to warn Em Dash not to dare try. "No, dear. You shouldn't swap out street name signs to confuse passing drivers." He also would have taught Em Dash to be charitable and be kind to the elderly. He would have shown Em Dash the importance of having a sense of humor and appreciating everything life hands us.
I know he would have been an amazing grandfather because he was an amazing dad. As it so happens, tomorrow would have been his 54th birthday.
Dad and me in the tub.
"Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of overcoming of it." - Helen Keller