This is kind of how I feel tonight. Like a heavyweight fog is keeping me from seeing anything clearly right now. I took this photo in San Francisco three weeks ago today on the ferry ride to Alcatraz. Little did I know what I’d be dealing with tonight as my family and I are faced with the possible end phase of my father’s life as he battles Alzheimer’s. He’s not eating or drinking much and I’ve heard from people that that’s how it starts. Anyway, as difficult as it is to share this, I also wonder if it's better to reach out. Maybe the fog will somehow lift and I’ll see a little better tomorrow. There’s no permanence in fog. It passes on. And the light returns.