My dad waited patiently as I sat on the bench. He missed my 1st football game because of business travel, but when he returned he beamed, when I told him all about the game and showed him my broken finger. Riding my 1st medevac the soldier we were transporting gripped my wrist hard, and I swear I heard my father’s voice, “You did well”. Yesterday, my cancer markers called for body/bone scans, but I left smiling as I thought about the string of birthday’s my son started in November. My daughter’s birthday was yesterday, grandson today, mine is tomorrow and another grandson on Thursday; plenty of Baun’s sitting on the bench we call life, waiting to be called up to hear our father say, “You did well”. Pass on the goodness of life today!
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