“Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.” ― Ranata Suzuki
This week is not easy for me, it's one of the hardest weeks of the year for me. It's the week of my dads birthday and the 4th year anniversary of his death. But what has made this week particularly hard is that this week I started taking the next step in my life and growing my future, our little dreams are coming to life and he is not here to see it.
My dad was one of those guys who just new when things where right, he was a man of few words and he just supported you, to a point anyway. He would be excited for me for right now.
As the husband and I start purchasing our big old block of land, I wish he was here more then ever. I wish he was here because I no he wouldn't be questioning my choices, he wouldn't be negative and say things in that tone, you know the one I mean. He would just know that this is what I want because he knows me, he would be supportive and he would go and view everyone I picked no complaints or hassles. My dad would take away the hurt I am feeling from others who are doing all the nasty things and making me feel like I am the one doing something wrong by moving.
Unfortunately he's not here and I know exactly what he would tell me, he would say don't worry what others think, you do what makes you happy. As I make my next purchase of 160 acres with a beautiful home in the country side of WA, all I can hope is that he is proud of me.
Until next time, Be Fearless