Broken. Choices. Expectations.

My Dad died a week ago and my heart is broken. I am broken.

It feels like an hour ago, a day ago, a week ago, a year ago.

It was sudden and sad.

I keep going over and over life, death, expectations, choices.

I don’t know where I begin or end.

What’s important, what’s trivial.

Things he did, things he will never do again.

Limitations, self-imposed.

Expectations vs. reality.

What we want, what we do, what we can do, but don’t do.

What we tell ourselves we can’t do.

Fears.

Choices.

Consequences.

And resistance.

My resistance.

We ask.

Things are delivered.

Then we never bother to pick them up.

The results are there waiting for us, and we don’t see them, because we are too busy looking.

Stop looking, start listening.

The door is there, open it and walk through. One step at a time is all we can do.