Healers don't always have it completely together. There are days when even we need to step back and take some time for our own healing. Today is one of those days for me. It's my Dad’s birthday. I knew it was coming, I just didn’t quite know how I was going to feel about it when it got here. Most days, I'm fine, and even today I'm fine, I just feel like I need the catharsis of talking about him, writing about him, and having the house quiet to leave space for the memories to invite themselves in. I lost him in the Spring, which I've mentioned in a couple of my other posts, here and here. He’d been in the hospital for a couple of weeks with lung and kidney issues and congestive heart failure. He was only 70. Only 70. We’re so used to people living into their 80’s, 90’s, and even 100+ years now is not unheard of with advanced technology and medicine that 70 years old just seems too young to die, even though my higher self knows that everyone transitions at exactly the right time.