Hi y'all, How on earth did we ever end up here? What happened and when did we turn a corner and started the part of our lives where saying goodbye to a live has become more frequent than welcoming a newborn baby into the world? When did we get to this stage? Did we blink? Forget to breathe? Did we miss our stop? Can someone please wake me up and tell me this is not my story, that I took the wrong train and that I should transfer quickly to my actual train that is still in happy ville. Life nowadays has taken a turn to nocturnal alley and it's dark. Not always as consuming as you would figure it must be but dark non-the-less. Life seems to be about trying to find whatever it is you need right now. Sometimes you need time, sometimes it is space and sometimes it is something to hold on to. Yesterday my dad found out that one of his brothers (who has been very sick for a while now) has decided to make the final journey come Wednesday and so today my father is saying goodbye...