Its me, well, mom died on her birthday and we buried her on my sister’s birthday and I just hope mom and dad don’t elope one night without finding me first- its magical thinking but I am kind of scared to see this one hit- a year, I think, but it feels more like two or three years- its hard but I’ve somehow managed to manage, and feel guilty that I’m proud of myself!  ( It like the secret cookie stash people have ! )