I guess I can say honestly that I am using this blog today to replace "therapy" which I'm sure in one way  or another I need.  You see, my favorite novels are mystery novels....Mary Higgins Clark, John Sanford, (my favorites) etc etc.  I love a good mystery; whodunnits as my mom and I will call them...trading off and on.

January 6th, my step-dad passed away from his battle with cancer.  He and I used to like to call each other up and discuss the latest CSI episode or NCIS episodes....loving each and every one of them and having an all out debate about who did it....and then ended up saying, okay, until the next time.

I havent picked up a good novel recently, because I simply can't find the energy.  I have a head full of ideas and "plots" on how I want to help my mom heal...I guess I forgot about myself....With 4 kids and 2 dogs, I guess I forgot how to grieve or even heal; I'm usually trying to help someone else.

The mystery here will remain as this:  Did my Dad hear me sing at his funeral?  Did he hear me the other night when I was watching NCIS say to him..."you would have liked that one"....Did he hear my last words to gathering relatives and friends in the funeral home that day?  Maybe.  Maybe not; but I know one thing...no one has ever come back to prove that prayer never worked.

I apologize for using this forum for my release; but I also thank you if you've found it to help you in some way.