Rainy Days

Every year on Father's Day, instead of thinking of sadness, I am reminded of all the beautiful memories I shared with my father. His humor was unmatchable. In fact, I have yet to meet one person who can make me laugh the way he could. His belief in my talent was also something that I will always remember. He once said to me, "I know you are capable of doing a million other jobs, but this is what you love. You must do music- it's YOUR future." 

In Kenya, rainy days are considered a blessing. Often during the summer in south florida, many people wish it wouldnt rain for just FIVE SECONDS so we could get to our car without being soaking wet, or so we could actually enjoy the many beach days we are blessed with. But since my trip to Kenya, I always find it difficult to complain about the rain. Sure, the sun is beautiful. Nobody can deny the beauty of a sunny, warm afternoon. However, with every white side there is always a black side. Rainy, thunderstorm afternoons on a day like today, Father's Day, don't make me sad, lazy, or tired. They give me excitement for the future. They remind me of how blessed I was to have my dad around in my life until I was 19. After all, he could have passed away when I was 6 years old. I would never have gotten to experience half the moments I did with him.

So today, as it pours outside and thunders, as the rumbles shake my patio window, I am thankful and feel blessings showering me. I am soaked in reminders of how much I love my dad, present on earth or not, I refuse to speak of him as a past tense. Because the rain...the water....reminds me of his love. His love for the water, the ocean, and everything it encompasses. It reminds me of the scattering of his ashes into the ocean. It reminds me that I am one lucky girl. Kenya, today is for you.