I like to belive that everyone has 2 or 3 truly influencial people that help guide them at different stages in their lives. These people change as you grow, but they are so important to the foundation of who you are.
I always felt very lucky growing up, because I had my parents and I had Pete. Pete was my first karate instructor. He encouraged me, he pushed me, but most of all he saw my potential and made me reach for it. He was my second dad and yesterday marked seven years since he lost his battle to cancer. I’ve had a really hard time writing this post, because although it’s been seven years, sometimes it feels just like yesterday. I think that’s the thing about losing someone important, you’re able to “get on” with life, but there’s a part of you that feels a little imcomplete. I’ve always felt a little cheated that Pete never got to meet Eric…he was suppose to “approve” the guy I married. He’s missed meeting Ella and I’ve missed sharing these moments with him. The flip side of feeling incomplete is the comfort that you can find in memories. In knowing that no matter how much you miss that person, you are better because you knew them.
This is where photographs come in. I have precious few photographs of myself with Pete. Neither one of us liked to be photographed. This, I regret. Pete was a part of my life for 18 years and I can count on one hand the number of photographs we have together. However; it is within these photographs that I remember the good times, the advice, the hugs. These help me on the days where I miss him so much it hurts. These will help me to share his “life lessons” with Ella, when she is old enough to understand.
So I leave you with this thought. No matter how much you hate to be photographed (this includes me), try to remember what it will mean to the people who love you when you’re no longer here.
(I’ll be back to happier thoughts tomorrow!)