That can mean so many different things. To me it is only the beginning of firsts. My Father passed away on Monday after battling cancer for over 2 years. At the time of his passing, he was peaceful, at his home, and I was standing beside him, holding his hand. I am thankful that those three last things came together it seems by design almost, however today I am profoundly sad. I must have picked up my phone a half dozen times today in order to call him, to ask him how he’s doing, to wish him a happy Father’s Day, and to tell him how much I love him. I woke up and immediately thought of the hour and fifteen minute drive it would take to get to him, and found myself checking the weather on my phone.

It is a day for me that I will now look to focus inward and remember all of the great and everlasting memories that I have in my heart. Happy Father’s Day, Michael Louis Murphy. You are forever in my heart.