Here’s an excerpt from a post I wrote exactly one year ago, to the day:
“To sum up, the past 24 hours have been filled with a lot of pain with minimal progression.
I barely knew him but I’ll never forget him.
A few weeks ago, while he was still able to get around and before the cancer spread so deeply, I saw him at church, a few pews down from mine.
My dear pal Christy is out of town on a weekend with her hubby that’s to be filled with love, romance, and both in a child-free state of mind.
Freezies are swell when teething is rough.
Look how I’ve grown. I am so buff!
I don’t cry anymore when I go for a swim.
Hey, here’s my dad. I really like him.
While digging through some rubbley piles of antiquated junk I found an old book I had made when I was 12 years old. It was a school project, an autobiography.