He smelled the flowers
A few years ago, I looked down a sidewalk at my local zoo to see my father leaning over to smell the blossoms in front of him. He was alone and not affecting any sort of illustration of a peaceful man. He was living in that moment and that moment alone. He had literally stopped to smell the flowers. He was a man at peace. After a full lifetime of chasing dreams and making them real, he had slowed down to enjoy all that he had earned. He had cheated death in 2003 and lived through an experience most people would not. From then on, he laughed from his gut, expressed love with ease, and settled into a real life he deserved.
I am as far away from him as I’ve ever been tonight. It’s three in the morning in Macau. I’m getting ready to pack so I can go home and tell my dad one last time that I love him. I love him for being the man who worked so hard to make my life what it is. I love him even more for taking the last eight years to be the man who slowed down to smell the flowers.