14 months later is D-day.  Our home is totally empty, and totally clean. I am standing on all four and mop the entry floor so the detergent smell is an undivided part of me.   I am so grateful. I live. I see.   By the time I arrived to the hospital I could see, on … Continue reading D-day

My first day

This is the place where I share my last day with you. “Last” as my ambition is living each day as it was my last. My last wish is a long journey. This is the story of my recent day on that journey. Every day may be my last one. Before reading any further a … Continue reading My first day