43 and counting back

In the last year, I’m been spending time with childhood friends and nourishing those bonds. I turned 43 last month and it seems, nothing grounds me like my kids and my old friends. It’s been over four years since I last wrote.

I became speechless after the breakdown of my marriage and my husband’s subsequent funeral. We never did get divorced, he passed before the process ended.

Since his passing, I have learned so much. Namely, life is for the living. Don’t waste it on the past – don’t waste it on tears- don’t waste it on daydreaming. Do. That’s what I tell my children.