I didn't post anything on the 2nd of January, the 3rd anniversary of Dad's stroke. The date is ingrained in my brain enough, no need to ingrain it in anyone's else's mind. Then I calculated the days it's been. It's one thing to think of it in years (funny how poof, just like that the event translates into years), it's quite another to see how many days it's been.
I suppose heralding the sentiment of our Christmas letter, what I take away from each day is how the ordinary has become extraordinary. It's remarkable how simplicity can still yield miracles after all this time; yet that is what this and all life is, simply a miracle.
And we continue on.
I suppose heralding the sentiment of our Christmas letter, what I take away from each day is how the ordinary has become extraordinary. It's remarkable how simplicity can still yield miracles after all this time; yet that is what this and all life is, simply a miracle.
And we continue on.
Look in front of you with the hope!:) We are here any time to lend a sympathetic ear to you!)
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