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)
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.