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November 13, 2006 |
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The pain is slowly subsiding. The memory of my Dad will never fade. I want to thank so many of you for your thoughts and prayers, for the cards and e-mails you sent me. I still wake up in the middle of the night with the heaviness of the unavoidable question: Why him? He was still young... But every time, another heavier thought comes to me: there are many, many people who never reach my Dad's age. I constantly pray for Jasmine and Gloria, and all the kids whose names I don't know and who are seriously ill. I am reminded constantly that every day of our lives is a gift. Every day. Just the fact that we can breathe, walk, laugh, cry, hold someone tight, look into someone's eyes is a reason to jump up and down, shout really loud and dance our hearts out. (well, you know what I mean...) And so, instead of being down and depressed, I am doing what my Dad would do - pick up his guitar and go sing. |
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