My Dad

This week, like many people, I find myself reflecting back on times with my dad. I am reminded of the time when he was teaching me how to ride my bike. I was so scared, and yet there he was right beside me the whole time; not just keeping me safe but encouraging me all along the way. Even though at that particular moment, I didn’t think I could, Dad wanted me to understand that I can do this without him.  I remember screaming at him to not let go.
Fast forward many years later when the moment came that he was to take his last breath. Every ounce of my being was screaming, “Don’t let go Dad. I can’t do this without you!” Fear consumed every part of my being as I watched him drift away.
 Suddenly I realize that on that day, oh so long ago, it wasn't just about me learning to ride my bike.  It was about me seeing that he has taught me how to move forward on my own. Thanks, Dad, for preparing me for the days ahead... but I still miss having you at my side.