Amanda, while you grew up in Copenhagen I was busy living wherever life seduced my rootless ego. I began to see these opportunistic wanderings in a new light after I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Morrie was right, when he said (on a Tuesday) that everyone knows they will die but nobody believes it. More than that, I realized, is if you don't accept it, you can't open your eyes to what you need to see. You, my daughter, thankfully have your health...
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