Dad, the introverted grandpa.

You have always seen the glass as half full.

At times I thought you were able to just be happy because after all you are an introvert and don't have that many who are close to you.

Certainly all that joy had to come from not having as many people to piss you off or to do you wrong.

But as I have gotten older I see I am wrong.

I see you choose just like all of us.

Our choices create our perspective and you choose each day to create your reality.

You choose to let go of being understood.

You don't waste time trying to convince others of who you are or what you mean.

You let it go.

You see the beauty in the moment.

You find the joy.

You find purpose in what is in front of you.

You live out your favorite mantra each day: happiness comes from within.

I sometimes get mad at you when I am going through tough times and you tell me my happiness comes from within.

I want to shout, "No shit, Dad! And I am suffering."

I am attached to my suffering and my pain.

At first I am processing and then somewhere along the way I get attached to it.

Now it is my choice.

I get to process my pain AND choose joy.

You have taught me they aren't mutually exclusive.

Moments of joy to be honored and captured.

There is time for pain and there is time for giggles.

I love you, Dad.