“My dad isn’t going to be around much longer,” she said as she was sobbing into the phone “and he’d love to see you before he goes. Please go visit him the next time you’re in Utah.”
I wish I would have listened…
I booked a flight to Utah for this coming weekend, but I’m not going to be able to talk to him. I won’t be able to give him a giant hug. I’m not going to be able to thank him for showing me his open-minded view of the world (He was seriously the most liberal, down-to-earth Mormon I have ever met.) I’m not going to be able to ask him if he saw the ice bucket challenge I did in his honor.
I will, however, get to see him… lying peacefully with his eyes closed. I’ll be able to spread some sunshine out to his family – my dear friends. I’ll shower them with hugs while I try to hold back my tears.
Kevin was a brilliant man. I’m so happy for the light/happiness/truth he brought into my life.