The Box and The Ball

On the first anniversary of the passing of my father, I can’t help but sit in a sense of emotional distress. Many say that loss does not get easier but becomes normalized in our lives as time moves on.

I really like the example my daughter Rylee gave me with the box and the ball. The box being your life and the ball the memory. In the beginning, the ball is almost as large as the box, and it takes very little movement for the ball to hit a side of the box. Over time as your life continues to grow, the box gets bigger. Though the memory never goes away or gets smaller, as your life grows the memory hits the sides of the box less often. When the ball does touch a side, it still fills you with the emotions of the memory, just a little less often.

I guess the goal is to look for ways to grow your box, not to get away from the memory, but to honor those that have left us by living your life to its full potential. I know that my dad would want me to hold our memories close, the conversations, the accountability, the music, the laughter, the food and the lessons taught. I just need to look around to know that he is still with me.

So in the honor of dad, have a glazed donut for breakfast with an extra cup of black coffee and finish the day with a pint of coffee ice cream and know, “It’s All Good”.

I Love and miss you dad

If you want to hear a little of who dad was, take a listen to the podcast episode, "Dads Advice" on What's in Your Cup.

Dads Advice