"the nicest and the sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple pleasure, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string."
Lucy Maud Montgomery

Friday, May 2, 2008


I've heard it said that there is no such thing as coincidence. That there is a reason and connection to everything that happens. As a person with a myriad of health issues and personal tragedy, as a person deeply involved with families touched by pediatric cancer, I sometimes struggle greatly with this concept.

Today, while visiting some of my CB kids, a song was playing on one of the webpages. (totally unexpected) It was "Fly Me to the Moon" by Frank Sinatra. He was my father's favorite singer, and that song was probably in his top five. It was, in fact, played as his funeral.

Today would be my father's 83rd birthday. Wow, daddy, I just can't picture you as an old man, shuffling as you walk, slowing down just a little bit. I still see you as that seventy year old man, holding mom's hand and laughing together as you walked across the parking lot or through the mall. Like a couple of teenagers in love. I'm quite sure where ever you are you are doing just that very thing. I miss you daddy. Happy Birthday, I love you. ...... your punk.

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