despite a trifling Tuesday ... and ironical typed out sad and it came up with Dad; but then this time last year I had just arrived mid evening at the hospice ...
Everyday is special; to breathe the fresher air and what to me is a spacious area around me again and the burden so lifted, despite the profound loss of so much, in an unrelenting period of time ...
And they would all be pleased to see the smile I strive for; but fail at times ...
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