The following paragraph was something I wrote during a Gretchen Bernabei workshop several years ago… I thought my blog would be a good place to share it.
Dad is in his chair. The blinds are completely open. He’s looking out the window at the bare November landscape. The brown chair echoes the scene he’s gazing at. He starts to write in his tattered notebook. He shares that he has written how thankful he is to have his girls with him. He’s writing it because he is no longer able to speak because of the cancer that has invaded and devastated his throat. That notebook is now a true treasure filled with that touching sentiment along with many other messages that document his journey through the disease that took him from us.