This has been a tough year. Sadly, I know that is true for many of you reading my blog. This photograph of an old timey looking barn in the country in the dark is how sadness is depicted in my head. It is alone...the sky isn't completely dark but mostly...it looks remote but it is sitting on a nice green hill so it isn't all bad. Sorry for rambling---grief tends to do that to me. Anyway, sometimes life just hands us a big steaming pile of poo right? And we have to navigate a

Ever since my brother Bobby was a teen he loved his guitars. He had a natural talent and could play anything by ear. It was amazing that he could tune guitars perfectly before he even knew what he was doing. It reminds me that he lived his life that way too. He died a little over a month ago. It should not have happened. He was too young. It wasn't fair or pleasant or without struggles and pain. so, as Thanksgiving approached it made sense that in my mind I kept asking mysel

I am grieving appropriately. I am allowing myself to cry and the tears flow like waterfalls. My youngest brother Robert left his body a few weeks ago after a year long losing battle with squamous cell skin cancer that went into his arm. The doctors could not save his arm and then within a short few months it appeared in his shoulder, and within months of that surgery it showed up in what was left of the bone of his arm...So, when it made its way to his lungs and showed signs