All of us have these days. Dates that mark an end. Dates that we lost someone close to us. Dates that remind us just how fragile and rapid life can be. For me, February 4th is one of those days.
It’s been eleven February 4th’s since my friend and father-in-law Steve Smith passed away. Although he was in my life for just six short years, he made a profound impact on me.
He was a genuine, soulful and transcendent human being. However brief, I feel blessed that his path crossed mine. The life lessons that he passed on to me will be remembered and cherished forever.
He was like a father to me when no one else wanted to be. He opened his ears when no one else would listen. He opened his heart when no one else cared. He was a friend when no one else understood my troubles.
I responded in kind by reciprocating in every way that I could. I only wish that I knew how fast the cancer was taking him away. I would’ve said so much more…I would’ve made sure that he knew just how much he meant to me and my young family.
Days like this always include a myriad of emotions. I’ve laughed, I’ve cried and I’ve cursed the heavens today- all in his memory. Ive played his favorite songs and reminisced all day. It’s been both painful and theraputic. One thing is for certain though- it was all absolutely necessary.
RIP SCS, you’ll never be forgotten.