2013 - SEPTEMBER 19 - September always bring about the beginning of Autumn and hope for cooler weather to approach. Our annual pilgrimage to foothills of Oak Glen to do some apple picking was now in order. This past weekend we set out to do just that.
So some time back in August when school started, Skyler brought home a flyer for Cub Scouts. I had been waiting for this day for a while now. The flyer said, "New Recruitment and Ice Cream Pack Meeting." Skyler was excited and showed me the picture of one the Cub Scouts fishing on the front of the flyer. "I want to do that Daddy!" It was on.
A new school year and here we go. First grade–exciting. I remember 1st grade, I had Mrs. Lewis and Mrs. Hill. I still have friends I made in first grade, and now Skyler is taking his first steps into this new unchartered path and I am so excited for him. It's been a month since he first started and so far it's been great.
It's been a year since my Father has passed away. Although I'd like to say it hasn't been all that bad, but the truth of the matter is that it has been very difficult. I can truly say that it has been the hardest year of my life, a year with the most change, a year that I have learned and grown.
The first thought when I think of my father is one word. Love. The next thought within that first thought is my mother. The two were always one. From the very beginning when they were 17 and 18 years old to his last breath, there was always love. The love for his wife, the love for his children, the love for his grandchildren, and the love for his family and friends.