In January of 2010, I lost my Dad. I was 41.
Like many (most?) other girls in the world, my Dad and I sometimes had a tumultuous relationship. Ups, downs, sideways, and every other way in between. It wasn't until I was a little older and had some distance in my 20s that I really understood that his intentions were ALWAYS to help me be a better person. To guide me, to love me, to point me in the direction he thought I should be going, although we OFTEN struggled to understand each other.
I appreciate his INTENTIONS even more now than ever.
My Dad was a choir director for jr. high and high school kids at a public school in Mississippi, and at the church in which I grew up. He did the music. My Mom, also a music major, and at that time a piano teacher, children's church choir director, and choreographer of a dance line at the local community college, often accompanied the choir and choreographed and taught all the dances for my Dad's choirs.
you visit. NEVER STOP LEARNING and paying attention!!
6> Go down roads you don't know. You never know what magic it may lead you to.