I’ve never set out to find a word to claim for a year, but it does seem like a word will start following me around and claim me. This year is no different.
This reminder stands on the edge of a bike path that runs along the river, just a few yards from here my dad sits in his wheelchair surrounded by a few of his remaining pieces of furniture & personal belongings. All around him are souls whose days are perhaps fewer...
The best kind of evening.