When my brother passed away, my dad basically had to find his identity again, after 13 years of being his sole caregiver (while my mom was a badass nurse and still is). All those years practically attached at the hip — from going to therapy, to doing every day errands, to going to hearings where he fought for my brother’s rights & everything in between.
While cleaning & going through things at my house today I found a quote my dad had written down, which happened to be (I think) his favorite because he had it posted up multiple places.
“A community that excludes even one of its member is NO community at all.” Swipe to see it in his handwriting.
I remember when my dad was searching for work and wasn’t getting any interviews. He began applying to anything he could get, proud to do any job, working for the census as well as being a security guard at Huntington Gardens. He worked his way up at Huntington Library — getting to work in the actual library, while simultaneously working on his masters in Library Science.
He wasn’t one to share how much he was hurting — physically or mentally, but there did come a day when his back pain had gotten too bad to brush off any longer. That’s when he found out the pain had nothing to do with his back & was actually a football sized tumor in his kidney. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss both of them, but if you learn anything from this, let It be:
🔹 Don’t bottle up your emotions. Let that stress out!
🔹 Hug your loved ones and tell them what they mean to you every chance you get.
🔹 Document your life — I’m forever grateful for my dad’s love of capturing photos and writing. - 38 minutes ago