Tomorrow my brother and mom and I are doing the Hike for Hospice in my dad's name. It has been 10 years now since his death. I know he would be very proud of me for losing this weight. Not that he would love me more when I weigh less, which is something I would have believed long ago. No, I am his daughter and now that I have children of my own, I understand that he couldn't love me more than he already did, no no matter what. I miss you, Dad, and love you dearly. Tomorrow I look forward to remembering you and sharing stories and walking with others who have lost loved ones.
Tomorrow I hike in his name. But there comes a time when we have to do some things for ourselves. Perhaps it's part of growing up (am I still growing up at 36? I hope so.) Perhaps it's part of letting go. I know my dad is cheering me on, as he did my whole life until he died. But this diet, I have to do for myself. We each have to run our own race set before us.
