From coffee shops to my own cubby hole

While I was waiting to get into my new apartment I didn't have a space to break out the computer and write so I was spending a lot of time in coffees shops while not working.

That got expensive after a while and now that I have settled into a little place here, I have the luxury of being able to write all I want (when not working).

A lot of what I write privately has been letters to my dad who passed last Spring.

It is my way of grieving and keeping his memory alive as we spent a lot of time together through thick and thin during the last 15 years of his life.

He suffered a lot of setbacks health wise during that time, but I have a lot of cherished memories from every time he bounced back.

He was 93 and still sharp when he passed.

When he was gone, I could still hear him telling me emphatically to move on son, move on. It is time for you to live your life.

My mom, who is in nursing care right now, used to tell me that all the time too.

"Don't worry about me, she would say, go live your own life."

And that is what I am doing. At my own pace and in my own time.

God bless you mom and dad for sticking by me through my own past troubles. We made a good trio for a while there and for that I am eternally grateful.

Time to settle down now and do some more work.