Friday, December 02, 2011

A Dose of Perspective

I took my son to his friend's father's funeral tonight.  As tough as it was, I'm glad I did, because it was the kind of night that forced me to pull my head out of my ass and realize that my petty little problems today (and generally really) were nothing in the face of what some others have been going through.

Yeah, it was a bad day.  I'm sick, there were some kid issues, it was a struggle most of the day.

But it all paled in comparison to the anguish of a sweet little 10 year old girl crying at her father's funeral.  As her father's friends reminded us what a doting father she had and my son and his best friend looked back and forth at each other and the casket, I was chastened.  These little kids had lost their dad after a long fight with cancer.  I have a cold and some parenting problems.

Tonight we honored the life of a good man and a good father.  I hope his children always remember how much he loved them. 


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