The sun was setting as I made my way around the park this evening, and the colors were so vibrant, it almost hurt to look at them. At one point, just before the sun dipped behind the hill, the clouds gathered above it and were illuminated by its' beams; pink and gold rays shot straight upwards into heaven, and I thought: "Wow, Dad, that must be a sight to see from up there".
Three years, today, and, I'm finally getting to a place where I feel comforted by the beauty contained in the heavens instead of just terribly sad. It's the sort of progress you hope never to have to make, but, I'll take it.
And I'm grateful.
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