The reason I write is to share, to relate and reason and wonder out loud. The reason I read is to find a common ground, to learn about the world and those who exist here and to find out that I might not be so alone after all.
When I wrote about my dad’s survival from a major heart condition and emergency surgery last week, it was my way of connecting the dots, researching and sorting through my own feelings. I was terrified. I was grateful. I was nervous and worried and not breathing. I was on my knees.
And then I was alive. Alive with my family in the middle of the frozen North Dakota prairie.
Alive with my dad who means more to us in this world than we could truly understand before.
Before we almost lost him.
And now here we are. It’s been two weeks…
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