Dear Dad

I drove across Vine Street the other day and was immediately brought back to the time when I was in California finishing up chiropractic school. Even though I hadn’t taken my part 4 boards, we looked at a few places to rent and open up my practice. Having chosen one, you negotiated all the deals. You were my spokesperson for the landlord (I can’t remember his name) doing the renovation work necessary for me to live and work there. I think you enjoyed it and you totally had my back. I trusted you like no ohter. There was a way you cared for me that was so rich and full for all of my life. I’m so grateful in all the ways you showed up for me. I realize now, that not everyone had a Dad like you.