I've been thinking a lot this week about my dad. January 24th last year was the first day he took a real turn. The following day my sister and I forced him to go to the hospital. It's strange how this year of firsts walks you back through the events of last year day by day. So much to think about.
“The true soldier fights
not because he hates what is in front of him,
but because he loves what is behind him.”
Illustrated London News, 01.14.1911