Yesterday was the last service we had in honor of my dad, who passed away in the hospital after a long year of chronic illness.

Today I woke up and for the first time in... 6 months? I'm doing workout again.

After living a medical hell, with my father finally resting in peace, I can start having a routine again.

No more sudden wake ups at night. No more stress wondering how I'll pay the medical bills; No more questions about whether he'll finally be okay or get worse.

I can start living again. 🌄