I had to allow a small amount of time to pass before I continued to blog about coping with the death of my brother. My anger and sadness was over-riding my ability to focus. Today marks 3 months and one day since my brother passed away. Ninety-one days without my brother. Ninety-one days my mom had to let go of yet another child. Ninety-one days since my sister-in-law crawled into bed with her husband and spooned. Ninety-one days since my nieces and nephew talked to their dad

Once Upon A Christmas Eve “Time for bed, finally.” I close my laptop and stand. Stretching, I feel the soreness of my stiff muscles and hear the soft pops of creaking bones. “I could use a massage,” I tell my furry companion. Of course, he never answers me but it is nice to talk to someone who doesn’t complain like my boss always does. Memories of hearing another long drawn out speech about how we need to get our sales up with yet another catchy advertisement play around in m