I had a post half written for today, but sometimes life makes you pause and go off course with what you plan.
Dad suffered a heart attack and is now clinging to life in the realm of coma. I am with him at this time.
Ironically, my original post was on the word, "first."
This has not only been a 'first' for me but what I have found is how vital and important it is to savor and absorb those moments which could be a "last"--if you do, memories can be stored and be there for you to comfort the heart; when remembrance stirs the mind they can also embrace the heart and spirit with peace.
I love you, Dad.