Dead relatives and joy.

 My dad passed 3 years ago tomorrow, I think. Not positive. Does that seem bad?

 My dad impacted many many lives. Lot's. I think he had no concept. He just considered it part of the job.
HIS JOB WAS JOY!

One of the many traits I acquired from my dad was JOY.

I rarely think of my dad. Occasionally I will see a bad call in a televised baseball game and can imagine him yelling at the TV that the umpire was out of position and needs to be more professional. I watched a video recently of Evil Kneivel's attempt to jump the Snake Canyon on 'Wide World of Sports'. I remembered watching with him live while he laid on the floor with a pillow under his head , feet propped on the couch.

Evil Knievel knew joy.

I cried today over my dad. Kinda pissed me off. Didn't cry because he's dead. Cried because people told me how I was as great as my dad. Adopted niece said I was in the top 3 greatest people she ever has met or known. That made me honored and made me cry like a baby. Anniversary of my dad's death didn't make me cry. Carrying on in his footsteps made me cry.

Bottom line, JOY.
I have a 325.00 electric bill. Work is diving into the dust because of the drought. You know what though? Living a joyfull life is all that matters.

Thanks dad.

When you think of my dad think of Joy, That's it. That's what my family does every day.

I wonder where we got that from.