As I woke this morning, I realized that it was now February, February 1st in fact. This meant that it was dads’ birthday. Though he is no longer with us, I’m willing to bet that mom and him will celebrate his special day. Anybody reading this who knew them well may recall that my parents were an amazing duo who, I think, wowed people with their ability to raise us all-10 in all- without forgetting about one another.
It’s been a little more than two years since dad passed away and went to be with mom, but it never gets any easier handling the fact that we will never get to talk to, laugh with or hear that wonderful laugh that he had. However, dad helped me to cope with days like today by encouraging me to keep doing something where I use my mind. This way, I wouldn’t get caught up thinking too much about stuff that might make me nervous, therefore increasing my stress level and increasing the chances that I might seize.
As a result, the number of seizures I’m having has gone WAY DOWN. I mentioned in a past blog that I went for about a year without a seizure. Yesterday I reached 4-months since my last seizure and, obviously, I’m hoping this streak will continue. It probably doesn’t hurt that I am still boxing three times a week at a local gym and also helping my sister and her husband here in town by walking their dog once each day when weather permits.
Dad, I hope on this day that mom and you are able the see how well things are going and that you will both continue to bless us all and keep us safe from harms way. Happy Birthday to the greatest, funniest father one man could ever ask for! Love always, Dan