The last few days have been a whirlwind of emotions, some of the highest highs, followed by the lowest of lows. My father passed away seven years after being diagnosed with cancer. While I was not in the room when he passed, most of my immediate family were able to be with him within fifteen minutes of his death.
Everyone has been tempted by a four letter word starting with the letter f. It lures us, instinctively drawing us to it. It is something all of us crave, and no matter how much we deny it, we are always looking for a way to experience it first hand.
What is it, a word, concept, or state of mind?
Recently, I celebrated another noteworthy anniversary, twenty six years since my last drink. Anybody who has ever attempted sobriety has been told, probably more times than they would like, that acceptance is the answer to all of life's problems.