I am grateful for the perfect end to the perfect day. Beach for all, stand up paddling for some, surfing for others, naps for some, shopping on Hastings street for others, evening sundowners on the river for all. I am very grateful to be able to call this paradise home. For now. And especially grateful for being able to share it with my family.
Today I was relieved to hear my dad had had a successful prostrate op. Third time lucky. And a good night in ICU. I am so grateful to him for looking after his health and fitness all these years. I wish I could be there. I wish I could hug him. But spending a quiet moment, having a flat white with him, on a bench on his favourite river, was the best I could do. So I am grateful for the memory of him here, because it felt like he was right there with me.