My final night

I have had some remarkably solemn but wonderful news. Isn't it ironic how the majority of good news is almost always coupled with some type of not so great news? In a way good news is never always really that good for you then, it is more good for the group as a whole, but as an almost unspoken rule it is never good for you individually without some type of hardship. I will tell you more about this news in a later posting, and I am so happy to tell you that this will be my last posting to you in this sad small place that I have almost spent a decade in.

Tomorrow I will be able to embrace my daughter, and walk. Amazing how much we forget to be thankful for the small things. Like walking, or hugging, or simply sitting up straight.

Until tomorrow, when I am free of my wooden-attic captor.