Yet And So I Walk Forward.

I so miss my parents deeply. I use to call Mom every morning and evening since into the last millennium; and then also in the afternoon the last 3-4 months of her life to encourage her to eat food and drink more water and just to see how she was doing.

I hear things in the classroom at OSU-Tulsa that I would have shared with Mom, however, there are no more phone calls either way. No more of me saying to her sing-song "Hi Mom!" and her responding sing-song "Hi Son!"

Thoughts of calling Dad to ask him this or that of history, ours and world; thoughts of asking him just plain old how he was doing, going undialed.

Yet and so I walk forward. The journey of 2660+miles just begins with the first step after all. Yet and so I walk forward.

Peace. It's all good. Sincerely, Hans Pasco aka SantaHans. 

P.S. Cancer sucks.