Doing arm circles around the pool today, I remembered how my dad did that after swimming laps too. I’m grateful I have so many fond memories of my dad—that he was the kind of person who lives on in others and inspires them. Losing a parent is horrible, but having the deepest of pride for who they were is priceless.
Author of Pandemic Poetry, She Pooped, I'm Pooped!: Motherhood Year One, First Comes Self-Love, Then Comes Marriage, and The Roadmap Ends Here: Entering Adulthood. This blog is dedicated to helping you cultivate happiness and attain inner peace.
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