my father seemed fearless, which was always a ruse.
they were both incredibly brave.
my daddy started a roofing business in the middle of winter in his early 30's with a wife and four children to care for.
My mother whose terror of water made her drop out of Furman because of their swimming requirement watched all of her children enter the lake to swim and ski and boat.
i am not without fear as i contemplate selling our house and living as a gypsy for at least five months and maybe more.
it is a great unknown and i am old enough now to know what bad things can happen. good health is no longer a given. bad things can happen. but i've also learned that wonderful things can happen.
i think i need to follow the family tradition of bravery where it takes me. i have followed my mother's bravery in letting my children do things and go places that scare me because i would not hold them back.now is the time to follow my daddy, to venture forth into uncertainty because of the rewards it might hold. perhaps i will be as rich in experience as he was rich in material things which he so generously shared with others. perhaps through this blog, i will be able to share the gifts i find along the way.
