Written on St. Patrick's Day, 2014

It's been quite a while since I've posted anything that I've written. I have written a few times, but the mood always strikes and things come pouring out when I am nowhere near a computer. I took to carrying around my journal (yes, a REAL LIFE leather-bound paper journal WITH A REAL PEN to write in it) to write down my thoughts. In the instance of St. Patrick's Day this year, I didn't have anything to write in or with, but I had my phone with me. I had to write something, because it was the anniversary of an important day in my memories of my dad. So, thanks to the Evernote application (which has saved my sanity, memory, and sometimes a 2nd trip to a hardware or grocery store) I was able to type out something short and quick, as it came to mind. I figured that I would post it later that day, but as it always seems to do, the day and my life got quite busy and hectic. Now that I have the time and the quiet, I figured it was as good of a time as any to go ahead and get it up. (even though I'm about a month and a half behind, such is my life)

Dad and I St. Patrick's Day, 2011

"Happy St. Patrick's Day, I guess. 

This is yet another bittersweet day. Today marks 3 years ago that my father had his first chemotherapy treatment. 

That day, despite the circumstances and everything life was throwing at us, was a good day. We laughed together. A lot. We cracked inappropriate jokes with and about each other, as this Bosworth is known to do. We hugged each other. We hoped together. 

But most of all, we loved and supported each other. And we made sure that each of us knew it. 

We are a family, in the sense that we stick together and are there for each other. No. Matter. What. Family, given or chosen, is what is most important."