My Dad was a generous man, beyond measure, and even in his passing he is still giving and teaching me. Love.

Love is what is really left after we die. I feel that so strongly right now.

The love we generate in our lives is what lives on after we are gone. I feel my Dad's love for me, for our family. I feel it now just as if he were still alive, or perhaps even stronger, because I am fully open to it.

It is so precious, so beautiful. Life is so precious, so beautiful. The connections we make with others, the love we feel with others, that is real, that is eternal, that is what never dies. The rest seems so unimportant right now. Our family, as with many, has had its rifts over the years. I am so immensely grateful for the amends which were made in this last year, for the moments and celebrations we shared together this year that would have not been possible without our forgiveness, kindness, and love for each other which we chose to bring forth. I get such comfort from those moments now.

To all my family, whom I love so dearly, where there is healing yet to be- We really never know when our time is over, and if it ended tomorrow, none of the little transgressions would matter. What matters is that underneath it all there is love, there is family, and there is really no time to delay in expressing it to each other.

Love,

Your Daughter Anita