Yes, I am still alive.
Truthfully, I just haven’t had the energy to blog lately. I think I’ve probably written about a dozen blog posts in my head, but when I open my browser… Nothing.
Seems I’m going through a down time. If you’ve been following my blog for any length of time, you know this happens to me, a lot. I have a tendency to get all stressed out and then depression creeps in. Trouble sleeping, compounded by trouble focusing & lack of energy… Well… It’s not pretty. Once that happens, I just quit blogging for a while… then eventually, I come back, do a massive therapeutic dump session, and voila! I’m back on the road to recovery.
The one thing that always seems to bring me out of these funks is my music. I have everything from Just Passing Thru to Rihanna, Kirk Franklin to P!nk, Kutless to Gwen Stefani. I love music.
My dad loved music too. It’s hard to believe it’s been two years since he died. My daughter will never forget “Baby Makes Stink-pot” – my dad’s ad-lib version of the Berenstain Bear’s book, Baby Makes Five. The other day, my sister announced she’s pregnant. I’m incredibly happy for her, but it just doesn’t seem fair that her child will never know the man who had such a profound impact on everyone he met, but wasn’t afraid to play barbies with his little girls.
Dad saved my wedding. I lost the ring I was to give, and we couldn’t find it. I was having a panic attack about it, when my Dad pulled the ring off his own hand and gave it to me. “Use this, ” he said as he kissed my forehead. Then he walked me down the aisle.
I miss you Daddy.