It's been three month's since my Dad's diagnosis. It's been 3 months and 1 week since we were meant to fly together to the Pacific North West and go hiking, and taking photos. Some days I forget that we have finite time together, and on other days, the days I see him, it can be really hard to think about anything else.
It's the not knowing - anything really, that's the hardest.
But we make the most of it. We've travelled across some amazing land together, and shared some really great times, and we're already planning the next -albeit brief trip to somewhere great.
We took a walk on this beach together the day after he got his test results. It was Autumn, but the sun was warm, and the sea salt was beautiful.