Dear Dad

Dear Dad,
I thought I saw your handwriting on a piece of paper in mom's hospital room last weekend. I thought nothing of it at first but was drawn to it, not long after I had noticed it. I picked up the paper and held it for a few minutes while my mind made sense of it all and remembered that you weren't here. These things happen every once in a while. I hear what I think is you calling or saying something to me and it always takes me a minute to remember that it's not as it used to be. I'm not dismissing what I'm hearing...just remembering that it's different. Mom is doing better than she was a few days ago. Though she was in rough shape a couple days back. My absence in letters does not mean that I have been absent in thought. Things have just been so busy and I haven't found much time to write. Every piece of me is tired though I was reminded to be very thankful for what I have, while catching up on an episode of Inside the Actor's Studio. (I can't get enough of this television series.) Michael J. Fox was talking about his book 'Lucky Man' which is based on a bunch of people that are asked to throw their most horrible problem into a big circle with the hopes of trading theirs for something better. At the end of it all everyone ends up wanting to take back their own that they initially thew in. Just the thought of it makes me very thankful...for everything.

-Tiff