Happy birthday daddy.
I am sitting here trying to think of something to say, a way to put into words the things that are in my heart. Again I am at a loss. Last year he was here, sick but with a real fighting chance, full of the hope of recovery. He was counting down the days until he could get back to work, and trying to figure out how to eat the things he liked with no salt. Our friend, Brother Leonel came and made him a homemade Mexican feast (including homemade cheese and tortillas) all with no salt. We were together.
I treasure each of those little moments, and have been reflecting on them a lot these days. I am reminded again to cherish each day. You never know when this might be the last moment, the last Christmas, the last birthday you may have with someone. I have read this reflection on the Book of Job several times over the past few days which has been a comfort.
"Indeed the Book of Job avowedly only answers mystery with mystery. Job is comforted with riddles; but he is comforted. Herein is indeed a type, in the sense of a prophecy, of things speaking with authority. For when he who doubts can only say 'I do not understand,' it is true that he who knows can only reply or repeat 'You do not understand.' And under that rebuke there is always a sudden hope in the heart; and the sense of something that would be worth understanding." - G.K. Chesterton, 'The Everlasting Man'