Don't miss the good stuff--and most of it is "the good stuff"

When my father died, I said that I had no regrets about my relationship with him. And though I have conjured up one or two in the last couple of years, for the most part that sentiment remains true.

One of the things I don’t regret: that I knew and cherished the good moments as they unfolded.

What I remember is not important, for those are my golden nuggets.

What is important is that I am ever thankful that not only did I appreciate those moments, but that I let him know how I felt, for part of the fun was sharing the enjoyment of the experience. Whether we were on some grand vacation or a moment struck us on an ordinary day--we grabbed hold of it, held tight, and took it for a ride.

Now that he's gone these remembrances pull me through--I learned valuable things as I lived through them, and as I remember them, Dad’s actions, presence, and verve continue to teach me.