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Home again, home again, jiggedy jig. The cancer came and went like a flash. I can't say I'm sorry to have missed the fear and anguish and morphine induced haze. Even now, looking at the aftermath is almost too hard for me. I don't recognize this place. Spring has sprung in the living room. Everyone is feeling their mortality.

But we are alive. Is that enough to be thankful for?

Dad and the cat have officially bonded.

....

Yeah, so, the past week. Yeah. I don't know why I hold my secrets like tiny treasures. In this beautiful world, why are we so lonely?

I need a hug times infinity.