Some days. This was one of those. The hits kept coming and I am literally crawling into bed, wishing I could have a do-over.
Today would have been my dad’s 76th birthday, had he lived. Cigarettes and lung cancer took him at 59, and I miss him still. If you smoke, please look into quitting. If not for yourself, for those who love you. My dad should be here to see how his grandchildren and great grandchildren are turning out.
So yeah, today I survived. It wasn’t pretty. But sometimes that’s all we’ve got. And that’s just enough.
Hugs for all of us.