Yesterday, my father died. He was 91 and spent his last four years in a care home. Ever since Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s got the better of him, he wasn’t able to cummunicate any longer or even recognize any of us, except for mom, whose voice he reacted to on good days. He died peacefully in his sleep, we are told. I think, for him it was a blessing. But still, one only has one dad… and I definitively am a daddy-girl, always was and forever will be. So it is hard.

The Dalai Lama comes to mind, who says, that there are only two days per year, on which one can do absolutely nothing: One is called yesterday and the other one tomorrow. So today is the best day to love, believe, act and live.