gone but not forgotten
I need to go over to The Bottom of Heaven and re-read Claudia’s post about letting go of the past and appreciating the present…but woke after having a bizarre dream about my sister and our old home in Toronto; dug out my wonky laptop and spent nearly two hours downloading 4 pictures of the last Xmas we spent with my father…he was hospitalized here in Brooklyn back in 2003 and his prostate cancer had spread to his spine, liver, and lungs…so this smile is partly from having us there on Xmas day, but it’s also partly due to the morphine drip, I think…no one can make banana pancakes like my dad, so I opted for French toast this morning…new traditions, right?
0 Comments