Responsible to the End
Just a quick reflection before the weekend arrives:
My Dad died on the First Sunday of Advent. He taught me about life, all my life. He always worked hard but his last week was his hardest ... and this is really my point. Vacations are punctuations, but life and death are work. And the only way to really do it right is to show up—every day—and work. That's Personal Responsibility.
I watched a person work for his death and it reminded me that there are so many things that we just cannot abdicate to others without loosing our humanity. Not even our deathbed excuses us. It reminded me that personal responsibility is really at the heart of all personal relationships. What are we to one another if we are not responsible?
I cannot get personal responsibility out of my mind. Thank you, Dad.
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