What day is it, even?

It’s been nearly a year since my Dad had brain surgery, and yet, it feels like it just happened. It was one of the last things I was able to do, before Covid times. To travel to the hospital and be there when he woke up.

And now, time has a strange quality. The hours are moving so slowing, but the months have passed quickly. I can’t believe it’s been so long, since I was able to visit with neighbors, to talk with strangers, to hug a friend.

Sending you all virtual hugs, friends.


By jennifergg

I am a writer, a reader and a chaser-afterer of my blue dog Sam. Pinwheels is my blog about life with Down syndrome.

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