Back in August, I lost this journal. It was nowhere to be found and I couldn’t think of anywhere I would have left it. I write poetry, and a lot of things that will be part of future projects, and I thought I lost it forever. A few days ago, a stranger messaged me on Instagram asking if I was the Julia MacVicar whose name was in a book they found. I was so happy... When I got my book back, I opened it to the very last entry I had written on August 2nd 2019, one that I had completely forgotten about. It was a poem about being with my dad on that day. The last day I ever spent with him, talked with him, hugged him... our last good day. My Daddy had very little peace in his life, and the last two years were especially difficult... I chose to distance myself from him for a while, and this was the first “walk&coffee” we had in years. That day will be in my heart forever. And having this piece of it, this record of that day, is a blessing. My Daddy died in September... I’m convinced there is a reason I lost this book when I did, leaving this entry as the last... and a reason it’s come back to me now. The universe is funny. I love you Daddy. (K, bye) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7352F1ndps/?igshid=c8bnjfhxbl0b
