This week Alan Thicke passed away. He was sixty-nine. Five years older then my parents and twenty-five years older than me. I grew up watching Growing Pains. He was an actor I "knew" well. A friend. Or at least his character was. I'm at the age (forty-two) where the actors I grew up watching are starting to take get to an age where they are more likely to leave this world. In watching the news feed surrounding Alan Thicke's death what has been so cool to see is to see the positive mark he left on the world. How cool is it that the last thing he was doing was playing a pick-up game of hockey with his son? Spending time with family. What a way to go. Almost like going in your sleep. I only hope that I can leave behind that kind of legacy. My hope for him though is that when he entered the next world he was ready because if he wasn't then all the positive things he did here, while great, would mean nothing. However, that is not for us to know.
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Legacies
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