I said I'd write in this everyday for a year and I don't have any Followers except for Terry, my friend from high schoo so it's a good thing that I love writing.
Anyway, the miracle is that I'm awakened, aware, of how lucky I am - to have all those months, weeks, days, minutes, with my father before he died. A very important time I think in anybodys life. Not to take credit away from my family because my family took care of him. But/and I got to spend the most time with my father. I'm the lucky one. I'm lucky to be here now, in this moment because of my father. This realization was early today and I can't forget this feeling now. OMG!
Lastly, I'm reading "Somewhere Towards the End" by Diana Athill. It's a NY Times Bestseller. It's a memoir and she wrote when she was 94. It's beautifully written.
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