The Final Hour....

This was recorded as I sat on my Dad's deck... overlooking the lake for one last time. This might be the first time in my life where I actually understood the feeling of "bittersweet." I have so many memories there with my Dad ... yet it was also heartbreaking after his death, to go there and be in the home that was ours together for so many years. Then it was even harder when it was up to me to clear out the entire existence of our time there. So this last night... as I sat and talked out loud to my Dad, to God, to the Sky ... to this home, I decided to record ... because the whole point of this podcast from the beginning is to capture my moments ... my experiences ... my story. So .... Dada - "Our chapter may be over ... but I will have the corner of the page folded down, because it will always be one of my favorites." I love you Dad ... bye for now. Love, Zib.