Time stands still for no man. How true are those words? Time denotes our existence here on earth. It contains a personal history of who we are, how we live, whom we know and what we do with our lives.
Time is filled with memories…memories of love, joy, laughter, pain, sorrow, anger, and forgiveness. All emotions, which are entertained, some internalized, some expressed, and some exploded.
In the midst of our living, time continues on its endless journey. Time is a gift, though we rarely stop and acknowledge it as such. With each day, time is equally allotted to everyone…24 hours, and what we do with that time is completely up to us.
We can spend our time wisely, or worthlessly, we can squander it, or invest it, we can enjoy it, or abuse it, we can live it, or retreat from it, but it moves on…regardless.
Time cannot be contained, only the memories caught within that time can. It is like a capsule of life being caught and preserved by actions and words that unfolds into what essentially makes up our lives and who we are.
Dad, you have been such a wise teacher on time. You have the amazing ability to capture those moments that embody you with love, passion, and peace. You have taught me that time gives us opportunities to make changes within ourselves that would make us to be better human beings. How to seek forgiveness for wrong I’ve incurred, and seek to forgive, to change how I see others, how I view myself, and to how to be an added value to society.
Thank you for taking the time…the time to raise me…the time to tickle and talk to my belly button, to play sunny and squish, and to correct my wrongs. Thank you for taking the time to teach me to be a good person, how to laugh and how to love.
One of the most precious gifts I have ever been given is your time. Happy 80th birthday Daddy. You are my Hero, and I love you.
