The little moose that sits before me,
bathed in the glow of my monitor, I just got him today. The little moose with the
Canadian flag upon his chest, it's a beanie moose, I love it. I
love it not because it's "cute", though it is, but because it was given to me by my
father, a surprise gift that
he picked up for me.
This little moose with the
tiny, sweet ears.. the
sad, beady eyes.. he makes me cry, literally
brings me to tears. I look at him and I think that my dad is
very sick, I think that he might not be around that much longer, and I cry because this moose will become
something to remember him by, a little piece of him amongst many others.
I guess I shouldn't
dwell, right? I should just take it day by day, not worry what
might happen, focus on what
is happening.
It just isn't that easy, not today.. not today.