Back where we used to live, it was all five acre lots in a country town where people kept to themselves or they were all from old families and connections that didnt let anyone else in, besides, they weren't really our people at all. We were lonely. We do like people - not too many, and we can be introverted, but we wanted some kind of community, some kind of connection. To find good people in our very street is nothing short of a miracle.
You know, when Dad was dying, he kept showing interest in life, in cool things. He knew his time was limited but he was still finding joy in photographs, travel stories, literature, all kinds of things. It amazed me. I was like, what's the point? You have months left, weeks, days. But what he taught me was that even when life is rough, you can focus on the good things and be happy. The shitty stuff is just part of it all, but it doesn't have to consume you, you know? And I know even if I"m having a really shitty day when I'm honestly depressed and crying, it'll pass, and I'm okay with feeling sad as I know it's not everything. You can really CHOOSE to be happy, all in all.
That is so awesome you found your people there. Your pops sounds like one cool dude. I am sure he would be the type of guy I would love to sit on a front porch with and have coffee or a beer. I get what you are saying, believe me. I just had to shake of that doom and gloom a few months ago and finally get my shit together. I carried it for the last 4 to 5 years. Now it was nothing like your dad's situation. I wasn't dying. But I had lost myself or so I thought. But like you said, I finally chose to accept where I was and the cards I had been dealt. I CHOSE to be happy.
HAVE A GREAT DAY DEAR @riverflows !!!!❤️
I feel like I watched you go through that little big transformation over the last few months, of course it took longer than that and you'll have had days like I do, but once you know you can't go back, right? Xx