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For Dads Who Plan on Dying
Let’s Remember to Live A Little First
I just read a Medium post from a man in his thirties who was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer, his last recurring blog post was from the summer of 2019 in late July, a few months after his cancer returned. He was marveling at how he made it to two years post diagnosis. He has three kids and was using his blog series, in part, to process his life and his messages to his kids.
Last Friday, I found out about a father who drown on a white water rafting trip with his son. The man was thrown from the raft and trapped by a rock underwater. His son and other friends in the raft worked to free him in time, but could not.
Each are heartbreaking stories.
Sometimes we die with a moment’s notice, sometimes we have years’ notice. I suppose more often than not, it isn’t enough time to say and do all the things we’d been meaning to get to.
Is one way to go better than the other, knowing the end is coming soon vs not knowing at all? Either way, we all die. We always hear that it’s the way we live that counts. What does that mean?
We live within our day to day reactions to … seeing that the milk is soured, that it’s a perfect fall day and the boy wants to play catch, that the car broke down, that the tulips bloomed, that our…
