Gather round the "its the truth" tree.

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I dont know what that title means but it sounds intriguing.
I have alot of titles that would make for an awesome post I just dont have the conversation to complete the tag.
How about
The last thing i wished for....
The last thing I didnt want to happen but did was....
When I looked in your eyes the last time I saw....
I laughed so hard it made me cry...
I stepped off the plane and...
I got into my car and went...
You were the reason I...



And one of my favorite non existent posts...

You know its true, you just havent digested it yet.

Hmm. I have so much to write about, Christmas shopping, Thanksgiving that came and went.
Jacks progress, Missi's college search. Allies trials and tribulations at College.
My struggle with preholiday blues.
Also the ticking of our families clock on the next disaster to hit. I am hearing it. I feel it in my bones. I dont want it, dread it but know it is coming.

The night my Mom called from the hospital that Dad was fine but in the ER, I turned directly to Andy and said, "I am not ready, this is the beginning of the end."

The end of life as we knew it, the end of the innocence, end of denial, comfort.

Ignorance was bliss.

We are ok now, we are getting by without him. No one likes it, it is an uncomfortable itch you cant scratch. It feels like my breathes are just a smidge shallow, my laughs a second shorter and my Christmas the slightest bit less bright.

Although my Dad was not the greatest Christmas guy, he was perpetually called the scrooge, he was part of OUR CHRISTMAS. Cranky or not.
He was always waiting for our stuff to go back to our house, and get their house back into order. We would leave gifts there for days and weeks, lingering gifts, socks, underwear, hairties, books. He would pile them up and remind us to "Take your stuff when you go!"
OK Pop Im getting it, then when I was leaving with handfuls of Junk, he would say, "aw leave the rest of that crap for next time, youve got too much stuff as it is" "BUT TAKE IT NEXT TIME!"
"Alright Daddy-O"

So with thoughts of unwritten blog posts dancing in my head, and dreams of a Christmas that is everything EVERYONE HOPES FOR! I bid goodnight,
As you drift into your private slumber think of your award winning blog title, see it in your head, and maybe, just maybe write it down for posterity.
Eternity is a long time, and I know people will want to hear from you long after YOU are gone.
My Love and Best wishes go out to all my Loved ones tonight.

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