This world that we live in can be mysterious sometimes and occasionally a strange unexplainable thing happens to all of us. This is my thoughts and grieving process for my dad.
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Monday, March 08, 2010
Spring is within smell
Yes, If you walk out side and sniff...you can smell dirt, fresh air, a certain texture in the air that, well, smells like spring. It isn't quit here but it looms like hope of better days. Spring is usually a fresh start. That is what awaits me...a fresh start...My job will be changing. I will be in the same organization but will have a different role. I'm neither happy nor sad about it. I just need to take it as it comes. I know my dad would have had words of wisdom like this or he would have said "how can they (meaning my work) do that to you without consulting you first". After thinking about it he would have both. Oh, well at least I have a job.
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