Dear Father Time,

It’s funny how we use the metaphor of a book to try and wrangle structure out of our lives.

At least I do.

Close a chapter. Start a chapter.

But that metaphor is deceiving because the beauty of books is that you can always re read them. When we close a chapter in life, moments morph into memories. And that’s that.

While I am so eager to close this cancer chapter, watching Mackenzi close her chapter at Ohio State is bittersweet.

And that’s how it is with life chapters. Some we can’t wait to end…and others we’d have go on forever.

Time does whatever the fuck it wants.

We, mere humans, are simply along for the ride.

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