Counting

Hi Bright Builders-

My dad died this Sunday. I was at his bedside for his last 36 hours, and I was holding his hand when he took his last breath.

It was intense.

And beautiful.

He loved being Irish and outlived the doctor’s predictions all week. He waited to leave us until St. Patrick’s Day.

As usual, he did things his way.

I’ll miss him.

I’m going to spend some time with my family, remembering this man. Adding up all the things he taught me. Counting my blessings.

I’ll be back the first week of April.

Peace,