366

I've often reflected in my past blogs on time and it's rather pervasive way of escaping us.  We're often so caught up in our own respective journeys that we fail to acknowledge momentous occasions.  It is only when we sit back, catch our breath, and draw on our life that the reflection we so choose to look at as almost inexorably passed us by.

In the preceding days and actually this past month, I couldn't allow Feb. 12, 2012 to escape me.  I was almost transfixed on it and often sat down, caught my breath, and wondered how this time had come so quickly.  I was almost impaled and was often frightened about it's coming and wondered how I would respond.  I knew it was going to be a difficult day as I looked back on the significant events that had occurred during that time.  Most notably was an event that occurred 167 days ago.  Little did I suspect that two tragedies would have befallen me during these past 366 days.  I look back on Feb. 12, 2011 and what I was doing that morning.  How I dreaded getting up and making that last drive in the car, knowing that it would be our last together.  It is the most difficult event that I ever had to do and will ever experience.  I remember our last moments as I clutched him in my arm never wanting to let go.  A grip that was tenacious and yet fleeting.  I felt his breath leave me and watched him slip away.  And yet, while this has occurred, I separate myself from the way he left me but in how he lived.  I know he has spoken with me and my comfort lies there.  I know he's well taken care of and she is as well.

Thanks Dad for looking out for them.