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.
xoxo
