The past week or rather the past year has been in anticipation of today, tomorrow, and next week. Tomorrow I am going to Paris, yes, Paris, France, the place with the Eiffel Tower. I will be travelling with Julie, my stepmother, and the cremains of my dad who passed away last year. My dad was born in 1933 and lived a happy life he had many accomplishments three of whom will be in Paris together to celebrate their father’s life. Continue reading Day 14: Why am I going to Paris?