It's been a long day. Yesterday was a long day too. Things are getting worse with my Dad. Yesterday, he and I had a long conversation in the morning, during which he admitted that he doesn't think that he's going to make it. It was teary and emotional and I had to call my siblings.

My half-brother, Mike, arrived this morning. He hasn't seen my Dad in two years. So strange that you can share a father with someone but that both of you will see him in a completely different way. Needless to say, my brother Mike does not think that my Dad did a stellar job of raising him. I, on the other hand, had a great childhood with him. Maybe people really do change.

Yesterday was particularly intense because just before my Dad and I got into our long, serious conversation I had read the new post on Gnosis and inspired by Morgan, I've decided to create a new category here, in which I've posted my own Deathday Letters.

Ever since my mother died, six years ago, I've written a letter to her each year on January 24, her deathdate. When I think about it, it seems kind of strange to publish something like that. But, for some reason, it doesn't feel very strange. Yes, they are very private letters, intended to be read by only one person but since that person will never read them, maybe I need someone else to do so.
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