Last year at this time I posted a blog about daffodils, my father, and the battle with cancer that far too many in our country still fight every year. Once again this year I am wearing my daffodil pin, a vibrant yellow that brightens my day despite these long last dreary days of winter before spring truly arrives. Today I have chosen to post a link to that blog post, as relevant today as it was one year ago.
I hope you choose to join me and wear a daffodil this year. For me it is a memory of my father, and a time that seemed bleak and a bit devoid of hope. But just as winter can on occasion seem to last far too long hope does indeed spring eternal, and one day soon the daffodils will poke their yellow heads out of the ground to greet the sun once again. And just as there is hope for spring and daffodils there is hope that one day there will be no need for daffodil days because we will have fought the final battle with cancer and won. That is truly the hope I hang onto in the dark days of memory.
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