The whole "new year" thing, whether we want it to or not, is a symbol of starting over, starting new, whatever you want to call it. My Dad, Sue-Babe, Vicki, Ray, Piper-Kitty, Max-Cat, Tom-Tom and now my Mom. They've all moved on to that beautiful place in the sky... I'm doing my best to pick up the pieces and make this life matter.
So here goes. Hopefully I'll stick with it. Until, of course, the next gut punch comes. My chin is up. I'm standing like a superhero....
Bring it on.....
