So today is a new day. Today is the day I start again. Today is two days beyond the anniversery of my mothers death thirteen years ago and one more day closer to fourteen years without her. Today is another day where I know that my father is dying. Today I decide that I cannot afford to wallow. Today I sit weak with sadness and without direction as the world once again changes around me. Today I start looking for maps. Today is the day that I have decided to write four sentences each day for however long I need to, three written with thankfulness, one written with sorrow.
1. The snow is starting to melt so we can soon get my brother out of the house and I can go visit loved ones for Christmas.
2. Plans are afoot for a Christmas dinner with friends who are home from London and Vienna.
3. I got to eat my chocolate snowman for breakfast under the illusion that it's okay, it's Christmas.
4. One day soon I will have to tell my brother that my father is dead.
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