I wish I'd had the maturity back then to forgive him. My Dad died when I was 39. Those 39 years now seem like a short time to spend with someone you love who loves you. I wish I had loved him as unconditionally as he'd loved me. I wish I could have had those three days with him-the three days I spent caught up and trapped by my anger.
Life is just too short to waste three days.
I selected the following story for the season as it was written around the Christmas Holiday. During the holiday s many of us with MCS can feel totally left out and alone. It often hurts to watch others celebrate but not be able to participate in the event because of having severe reactions to the many scents that are often present during these times. Sometimes it s easy to think we haven t a friend in the world. That may depend on how you look at it.