The Signs of Joy

Here we are at the start of 2015. A new year. For me, the past year was a mix of so many good new things, yet they were all fraught with the enduring sadness of my father’s passing.

Well, in my last few posts, you may have noticed a theme, as I attempted to convince myself that Georg is never far away. I realize now that I will always miss him no matter how many beautiful sunsets or sunrises I enjoy.

I tend to be the kind of person who finds signifigance in the correlation of otherwise unrelated things. Given that it is a Thursday, the day that will forever be associated with his death, and also the first day of a new year, I am taking this as a sign. It is a sign that I can still be sad, and at the same time, I can be endlessly happy.

The two things, happy and sad, seem to go hand-in-hand in my world. I accept this fact and look forward In the coming year to trending a little more toward the happy end of the spectrum. In fact, I think when I let go of the “spectrum” aspect of it all, I will find that what I have is more along the lines of true joy. That is, being uplifted even in the face of great loss.

I am suddenly reminded that Georg always liked to think ahead to the theme of the coming year. I know he would be very pleased to hear I’m going for joy. I love you, Dad.

Thanks for still teaching me things. Let’s go get some joy.