Todays

This show I was watching, a documentary of sorts, showed a dad talking about his daughter.

You could tell this man loved his daughter. You could see it in his eyes.

And he sweetly recalled telling her over the years, time and time again, that he's got a lot more yesterdays than she does. But, and more importantly, she has a lot more tomorrows.

This wasn't a happy show, because he shares this knowing his daughter has passed on, and he says he's now living with only yesterdays. No more tomorrows for him.

And I feel his pain.

I found his story profoundly touching.

How we have a (predetermined?) allotment of yesterdays and tomorrows.

I have a lot of yesterdays in my life. I'd like to think I have a bunch of tomorrows coming. Same for my loved ones. Especially those with not a lot of yesterdays racked up. A whole mountain of tomorrows. A starfaring stack of 'em.

But we simply do not know.

I don't know.

I only hope.

I wish.

I pray.

And I know there is so much truth in a life well lived being worth far more than a life long lived. 

But I wish more than anything, as a father, for far more tomorrows for my children than I have had yesterdays. And that someday, they remember their yesterdays as being as sweet as my todays.

They say only the good die young, and I believe that (to some degree), but that doesn't mean the good can't die old.

Only the good die young.

Not all of the good.

Some good die old.

This, like many things, makes me so grateful for the right nows.

To the well lived, long life.

And to yesterdays, tomorrows, and everything in between.