I am home. Deliriously happy, missing Mark's presence, but home. He was right, as usual. I deserve someone as good as he is. And he is the best man I have ever encountered. I know you read this once in a while, Mark, so please know I am so very happy with you, and while I know you are not perfect, you are perfectly wonderful to me.
And then, there are the depths. My father - my birth father - is dying. His cancer has spread everywhere, and he is receiving massive amounts of morphine to keep him comfortable. There is nothing to be done, and now I am going to try to get to Vancouver if I can, to see him before he dies ... or to be there for his funeral. I have no more words on this subject.
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