Been thinking about my father lately. Even more than usual. Been listening to Chris Stapleton’s Starting Over, where this line jumps out …
…the hard roads are the ones worth choosing
Some day we’ll look back and smile
And know it was worth every mile.
These lines remind me so much of Dad. He felt firmly that value was correlated with difficulty. I remember a conversation with him about this and I made the argument that just because something’s hard doesn’t mean it’s the best. He looked at me quizzically and clearly disagreed. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately because I think in my heart of hearts I do agree with him.
Just thinking about Dad, and hearing those words, and remembering this beautiful view from my wonderful visit with Grace this weekend.
A good message and one to remember in the midst of the hard roads.
I still think of my dad many times a day. Less the advice and more just the funny things he would say. The loss of him is still unbearable at times yet I manage. I look forward to the days when it’s easier, and yet part of me hopes/doubts that will happen.