“What will it matter in a hundred years?”

dadToday was a little rough and down. Missing my dad, stress with work, Jello’s health (surgery) and my mom. I was thinking about my dad and it struck me today that one of his favorite things to say when I was anxious or panicky was the phrase.

“What will it matter in a hundred years?”

Meaning I shouldn’t worry, whatever it was, it wasn’t a big deal.

He would then laugh and usually hug me and say he loved me. This happened without fail, even if he was drunk, sick, or busy. I even have used that line when I quit a job when I was younger when the person I told to shove off said I would regret it. Even now saying that helps reduce the anxiety.

However, it isn’t quite the same as hearing it from him. I am kind of missing hearing that today.

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