It was a year ago today that my 76-year-old father left the house for the very last time. A year ago today that he said good-bye to his cardiologist and friend and had his defibrilator deactivated. A year ago that my father, knowing his days here on earth were growing short, announced that he "wouldn't change a thing in his life's script."
It was a year ago today, a day much like this one--cold and gloomy--that Dad shared that most powerful gift---a life with no regrets. I marvel at that. And I also know that because of the kind of man Dad was and the kind of life he led, he truly meant what he said--no regrets.
I would like to be able to make that kind of proclamation as I faced the end of my days, but I won't be able to. But I can learn from Dad, and I can strive to have fewer regrets. I can learn to make the most of whatever lies ahead in the sunny, as well in as the gloomy days. I will work to make my life's script one that focuses on the positive, and embraces life with hope and optimism. It is the very least I can do to honor my dad for the gift he gave to me.
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