five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred.
Usually when I write words flow like a river, or wine. It's usually fast and furious. I've been trying to decide how to write this post for a couple of weeks now and I'm struggling to find the words. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 525,600 minutes (if you love musical theater you sang this one a la RENT). That's how long it's been since I started this blog ; a blog I wish I never had to start. When I started this blog I thought I would be writing a much different story though, than the one I'm writing today. Maybe I'll write a book some day and call it "What to do when your Mom is going to die and then doesn't ." Catchy title, no? The last year has been a blur. It has flown by and it has crawled by like molasses in the middle of winter. We entered a dichotomy a year ago. Split between life and Mom's diagnosis, treatment, disease. Everyone is a year older now. We are more settled in our South Florida home. The kids are 9, almost 7 and creeping ...