After our move to Florida this past August, I’m living in the same time zone as my father and sister for the first time since we last lived under the same roof, which would be approximately 1984. I’m still struggling not to make time zone adjustments in my head before I call them.
All of this is, of course, wonderful trouble to have. I’m living closer to my family than I have in quarter-century.. close enough to jump in the car and go visit, which I just might do before too much more time goes by.
While I’d rather we were all together today, it’s comforting to know that the separation between us is less than it’s been in a long while. We miss you and love you, Dad, and wish you all the best today and every day.
Thank you for my life..