August 7, 2015

Well, there have been better weeks...

I was supposed to be in Chicago as I write this, however I am still sitting at my desk in Dallas. Let me explain...

Every other year my best friends from college and I plan a reunion. We change locations for the get-togethers, but really the location doesn't matter, since all we just sit around drinking wine and catching up. This year we were headed to Chicago, until life took over and changed our plans.

One of the core members of my reunion group was facing her own personally tragedy. Her father was very sick, and getting worse. He was now in hospice, and she clearly could not leave his side. We all talked and decided to postpone the trip until we could all be there with open minds and hearts. Unfortunately about five hours after we decided to postpone the trip my dear friend's father passed away. Of course this was devastating and her loss is unimaginable, but I would like to write a bit about what her father meant to me...

He was larger than life. I don't say that lightly, he really had the ability to command a room with his huge heart and contagious kindness. When he would visit for a parents weekend in college, he would take ALL of us out to dinner and spoil us with anything we wanted. He spared no expense to make sure all his girls were taken care of. If his daughter loved us, he did too.

I felt his love when I moved to New York City. His daughter and I moved to The City after college-- we were so excited and didn't care that we had no money, no jobs and no place to live! He must have thought we were crazy but instead of crushing our dreams he helped find us a safe apartment with a doorman. A doorman was of course out of our budget... so he picked up the excess rent. Anything for his girls to be safe. 

He watched over us in NYC. Took us to dinner, lent us his car, let us sit by his pool, and of course shared his Costco purchases with us :) You name it, he was there. He took me in as a second daughter and told me so often. When there was a special occasion he would send a dozen red roses with one white rose symbolizing his daughter, well now he was sending two white roses-- I was family. 

He was a jeweler... the best one in NYC. Everyone knew him and loved him. I could not wait for the day to come when I finally got to get to wear some of his jewels... more specially diamonds :)  When the day did come, and Dan proposed, I of course had one of his diamond rings slipped onto my finger. It was gorgeous and exactly what I wanted. Anything for one of his girls to feel beautiful. They say a diamond is forever, and that may be true but when I look at my beautiful diamond ring I will forever be reminded of his love and amazing soul.

Its funny, when someone passes away you can still hear their voice. I can hear him laughing, I can see him sitting by the pool and I can feel the love he has left behind to all that knew him. I will miss him, but I know his beautiful memory will live on in all his girls...

This is right after I received his gorgeous diamond ring :)