We're in Spain trying to have a good time with a moody, hyper-hormonal 11 year old. Mixed bag for sure. I thought 2017 was going to be the year of decisions and stability for me. It was the year of decisions, for sure, but not the year of stability. Silly, silly me. Hoping for something looking a little more stable and permanent in 2018.
Hard to believe that in a month it will be 5 years since Scott died. The impact of his illness and death still march along side me every day; its no longer menacing but the reverberations now seem like a constant companion. I've come to accept this as just the natural course of things. Thank you all, widow/er tribe. What would I have done/do without you?
Will be wishing you all peace in the new year in just about 5 hours so Feliz Nuevo Ano a Todos from Sevilla where we will eat one grape with each stroke of the cathedral bells at midnight along with the throngs of others who are, I assume, hoping for the same. If I can stay up that late, that is.....
oxox
Christine