So tonight Bri is making new memories at the haunted mines while I sit here and contemplate life. Therapy is a wonderful thing for someone else.

Fourteen months and some change

It's been awhile since I've posted anything and I'm not sure I have much to say today. I have spent some time thinking about life and finally in grief therapy and I realize I am no closer to anything than I was a year ago...3 years ago...15 years ago...

I know this year Bri turned 15. I know that this year is the beginning of new years and no longer "the first year." Does any of it really matter? Can I please crawl under the covers and stay there until next year? What is life really about? Does anyone really know? All I have is a bunch of unanswered or maybe unasked questions...

Maybe next year I'll have all the answers and life will be "normal" again. See ya'll on the flip side!