Yesterday, I wrote about a very positive, encouraging visit to my Primary Care Physician/ Practitioner/ Professional.
Today, I would like to write about a few more PCP’s.
The first is yesterday’s lunch, at the hospital cafeteria:
I might call that a Perfectly Composed Plate, or a Perfectly Composed Picture; however, some might disagree. I know I can label that picture, above, “Pancakes Created from Potatoes,” with no fear of undue discussion.
The second PCP I wanted to mention, in this post, is a Professional Compliment Paid to me, recently. That is, I have been invited to be on the board of a group psychotherapy organization I respect highly. This was a surprise, and it means a lot.
The last PCP I wanted to write about today is a personal, cherished parent — my father — who passed away, on this date, 17 years ago. Other words that describe him:
- Private (First Class, in the U.S. Army)
- Compassionate
- Phunny.
Look, I know that last “P” was forced, but funny just HAS to be in any list of adjectives used about my father, whom I’ve written about several times before (including here, here, and here).
When people say I am like him (and they have), it’s another amazing compliment.
What do you think?
Here’s a quote, from A. Koplow:
The pain of a loss reflects the importance of the connection.
So there’s a lot of gratitude, mixed with pain, today.
I’ll end this post with another acronym. RIP. Rest In Peace, Dad. I miss you.
Wait! One more thing.
My father loved potato pancakes, too (although we never ate them in March).
Thanks to all my dear readers — past, present, and future — for witnessing me here, every day.
