2016, a postscript

2016, for me, was in many ways both the best and worst year of my life so far.  The highs were incredible; the lows, excruciating.  I’m trying to approach 2017 as a totally fresh start despite the fact that it’s not.  Every day, week, month, and year is a continuation of the last one–and I know just enough to understand that the trials of the recent past can help me create a better future.

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The hardest goodbye

My grandmother passed away in the wee hours of Saturday morning, surrounded by her four children and her husband of nearly 41 years. I was in her bedroom, just the next room over from the living room where we and a hospice nurse had been tending to her since her release from the hospital just a couple of days earlier.

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