Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Running up that hill

Life feels a bit fragile. My father is noticeably more tired now, during his chemo treatments and I am concerned. I want my whole heart that he will fix this. I am not prepared to say goodbye now. It is far too early. We have in recent years found each other, on one of those nice way. We can sit and talk about everything over a cup of coffee and hours can go. These moments are the best things I know.

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