
08/07/2025
112 days today. That’s how long I’ve been on this side of heaven without my Dad. And to think, last week, I thought for sure I was “good”. In fact, I was feeling guilty that many of my memories or thoughts of him were fleeting. Brought a smile even. And then boom. Somehow yesterday I discovered that we are in the triple digits when it comes to days where I could no longer touch him or hug him. As early as his late 60’s, he started to struggle with dementia and he was 74 when he died 112 days ago. Sometimes I thought this time of separation on the earth with him was helping. I couldn’t just call him in the past year, because he didn’t know how to pick up a phone. But I always had the option of talk to him. To tell him things.
I think the big blow came yesterday with the next book proposal on the table. The next big leap for me, for my team. I know it’s going to be a big one. I can feel it. I also know I will sacrifice incredibly to make it what it needs to be. Aaron will pay the price and so will our kids. People will wonder if I love my work more than them and if the time always on the road will be worth it in the end. I don’t know that answer. But I know that there is a script in my bones to relentlessly pursue the thing that gives me the light so I can continue to give it away. It is in these days that I crave him the most. He gave me this drive. He showed me how to build great things. And I just want to ask him, is it all going to be okay?