My dad: Dr. Murray Dick, 1904-1956 November 30th has been a day of sadness for me for sixty-one years. On that day in 1956, it was a Friday, I lost my dad as a little boy and I was heartbroken and it has always had its impact on me at this time of year. But, of course, time heals us and now I just find myself melancholy on this day as I remember him and what a great father he was to me, if only for too short a period of time. But it's also a great time of joy since I know that one day I'll see him again, my mother, too, and it will be a joyous reunion. Some people laugh at me when I say that but it's what I believe and it's what I've been taught. My faith is strong and I'll always stick by what sustains me.
And there are other joys as well. I have outlived my dad at this point in my life by eighteen years and I am still going strong. And as those of you who have read my blogs know I love to write. It is my avocation and I take great joy in putting down my thoughts on paper, whether they be in book format or blogs or whatever. Now granted, sometimes when you publish something you become very disappointed if others aren't enthusiastic about your work as you are, but that's to be expected. So, what do you do? You labor on, working at it and refining it and you write some more. Nobody said it would be easy, good things aren't.
Life is for the living and it's to be lived to accomplish whatever God's purpose is for each of us. Search within and it will be found. Be lazy and just go with the flow and that's what we end up with: a flowing brook of nothingness. My dad wouldn't accept that for himself, the son of a recently arrived immigrant. He worked hard and became a successful doctor and he would expect no less than my best in what I do as well. Life is a time when we are expected to strive to be the best we can be at each and every stage we go through. I intend to do no less as long as I breathe.
And today I'm excited about my latest book, a story of the things that a man will go through for the love of a "Horse Lady." It's the story of my last seventeen years of life as I've successfully passed the tough standard of the Horsey School of Husband Training. I've been stepped on, bitten and pushed to the ground but through it all I've developed great respect and yes, even love for those great big animals known as the horse. And now they also respect me as well. And I've done it all to be the best that I can be, working with them and writing about them, but all for the love of their "Horse Lady."
It's Christmastime, we can be melancholy for special reasons at this time of year but we can't deny, if we have faith and believe, the joy that this blessed season brings. God bless you all.
Here are the best links to my book, Confessions of a "Horse Husband": amazon.com/author/jamesdick or https://www.northfloridawriter.com/my-book-page.html. I hope you will check them out.
And there are other joys as well. I have outlived my dad at this point in my life by eighteen years and I am still going strong. And as those of you who have read my blogs know I love to write. It is my avocation and I take great joy in putting down my thoughts on paper, whether they be in book format or blogs or whatever. Now granted, sometimes when you publish something you become very disappointed if others aren't enthusiastic about your work as you are, but that's to be expected. So, what do you do? You labor on, working at it and refining it and you write some more. Nobody said it would be easy, good things aren't.
Life is for the living and it's to be lived to accomplish whatever God's purpose is for each of us. Search within and it will be found. Be lazy and just go with the flow and that's what we end up with: a flowing brook of nothingness. My dad wouldn't accept that for himself, the son of a recently arrived immigrant. He worked hard and became a successful doctor and he would expect no less than my best in what I do as well. Life is a time when we are expected to strive to be the best we can be at each and every stage we go through. I intend to do no less as long as I breathe.
And today I'm excited about my latest book, a story of the things that a man will go through for the love of a "Horse Lady." It's the story of my last seventeen years of life as I've successfully passed the tough standard of the Horsey School of Husband Training. I've been stepped on, bitten and pushed to the ground but through it all I've developed great respect and yes, even love for those great big animals known as the horse. And now they also respect me as well. And I've done it all to be the best that I can be, working with them and writing about them, but all for the love of their "Horse Lady."
It's Christmastime, we can be melancholy for special reasons at this time of year but we can't deny, if we have faith and believe, the joy that this blessed season brings. God bless you all.
Here are the best links to my book, Confessions of a "Horse Husband": amazon.com/author/jamesdick or https://www.northfloridawriter.com/my-book-page.html. I hope you will check them out.
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