This weekend is Father's Day weekend, and I feel extremely blessed. I'm someone who has always valued family, and thought I chereished every moment. 

However, I was reminded in January just how precious life can be. My father (53) became extremely ill and I almost lost him. This lasted for almost two months, and the uncertiently was unimaginable. Nothing prepares you for something like this, and you also realize that you will never be ready. I honestly thought my dad was going to die. I thought about how his birthday, my birthday, Father's Day, and how Christmas would never be the same. The loneliness was almost too much to bear. I stand in owe today, and I'm so honored to spend another Father's Day with my Poppy. I can hug him and hear his voice, and that is just the best gift in life.

My eyes and heart have been opened to people who have lost their loved ones. My heart goes out to each and everyone of you who has lost someone so meaningful. I am truly sorry for your loss.

I'm writing this as a reminder to always tell the people you care about, how much you love them. Life is uncertian and you will never know which day may be your last. Tell your kids, father, mother, grandparents, and all other family and friends how much they mean to you. 

Life is so short, and we need to spread love each day. I feel like my soul has woken up a little bit, and I feel more passionate about things. Along with telling your loved ones how much you care, make sure you are living your best life, and are being your best self. Don't say you will accomplish your dreams when you are older, or when you get to a certain place or situation. Sadly... you might not ever make it there. 

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you and your family have a great weekend filled with joy and love. Each day is truly a gift. Thank you to all the father figures out there. To my father, "I love you very, very much!"