I have spent this weekend in the hospital with my
father. As the doctors tell me that his
heart is weakening, I can see his memory
weakening and I watch this proud man struggling. While I realize time catches up with all us I never thought
it would catch up to him.
When my dad went to nap, I thought of the first time he took
me to the Polo Grounds to see Willie Mays play against the Mets. We opened Shea Stadium and he cultivated an
interest in sports that I still have to this day. There were so many sacrifices he made to be
at my games or events that were important to me. He was always my biggest supporter truly
believing that I could make my dreams come true. He somehow instilled in me that service was
more important than money.
As I scanned through these memories and thoughts I realized
that I did not tell him enough that I loved him or how much I appreciated what
he did for me. That this weekend was not
about watching his heart weaken but about having the opportunity to show and
express how much I loved him.
In the past five years I have been on a journey to become a
more grateful and giving person. While I
am not there yet, I am much better at living in the moment and thanking those
around me. My father was never a person
who truly expressed his emotions but rather thought that you knew he loved
you. I noticed however in the past
couple of years that when I called, or visited he always mentioned how thankful
he was and how much he loved me.
So, without each of us knowing it we both have been on this
journey. So, while his heart and memory
are weakening, his soul is growing stronger.
I have my students write a gratitude letter around
Thanksgiving every year. Now however, I
realize gratitude should not wait. If
you have someone who you need to thank reach out an express your gratitude. Trust me you will make there day.