tuesday 19.06

Today I said good bye to brilliance and it was unexpected and rather tough to do. But it was done and no question is left that I am more learned for the experiences I have had. My PCP is leaving Dallas and I am convinced that his wealth of knowledge has played one hell of a role in keeping me alive up to this point.

And just like the brilliance he represents, the next part of his journey involves Native Americans, their medical care, their dialect and his becoming a physician to care for them. Those our government left to die and slowly, they are.

So he will not get to be with me through my journey's end, but the alternative is so something that I envy, something that is much larger than me.

Its with this remembrance I say thank you to Dr. Childs, wishing only that I could be here to watch his journey played out, but from a far, I will.

sunday 17.06

It was quite the nice day, not even the sporadic downpours and thunder dampening the mood that was created this Father's Day. If anything, it gave another reason to grab a few weeks as the house began slowly to smell from Italian food, my father's request and quite possibly his favorite.

It was his day and he knew it. The smells, the conversation and sometimes the humor helped to give him what he desired, a day with those in the immediate family who were able to be with him this year.

It was beyond obvious I was exhausted, having started preparation for meatballs on Friday night, almost my way of teasing the taste buds that surrounded us all, a symbol of things to come.

I thought I would fall fast asleep as I feel how tired I truly was, leaving me to sleep little and type more. And occasionally, when I least expected it, I found myself taking slumber in several mysterious places, no plans for a sleep, but accepted as a necessity until even my bed started calling my name...