since Mom died. Facebook memories are tough sometimes, but I'm glad I recorded points in history to reflect and remember.
December 21, 2015,we placed Mom in the Hosparus unit at Norton Hospital. It is a quiet and peaceful place. No machines beeping or burping. Just soft voices and tears or sobs at times.
Last Christmas Eve, after sitting with Mom and playing carols for her through my phone on Pandora I went to church. Not a religious person, but a friend who is a pastor holds a late Christmas Eve service. I think I cried through most of it. Lots of singing, a few words and communion. I did not partake of communion though. Once I got home I was emotionally exhausted, but in a good way. The service helped me find some peace. I hope to return this evening. I might even see some familiar faces and exchange hugs.
I have had a tough time since summer '14 for many reasons. That's a long time to not be able to shake things off. Maybe '17 will see some brighter days as I make some changes. Would be nice to keep the autoimmune at bay for a while and get back to riding. I've become so sedentary that the weight is beginning to be ridiculous in my opinion.
Currently I have a couple of goals. One is to reconcile and one is to have fun.
That's it for now.
peace and love for all