Another Anniversary: 

A week away from the twenty-first anniversary of Rebecca's Suicide.

Last night I sat across from our first grandchild, Holt.  He will be twenty-four years old in May. 

My wife has missed all these years.  I remember the first time I saw her name etched in stone with 16 March 1999.  A new life had started, though I would not know it for another two days.

The daily journey seemed unsurmountable in the beginning.  The only word that comes to mind is "struggle."

For years I would say it seemed like - just yesterday. So much time has slipped away, yet in the blink of an eye, it can be 1999 again.

I have learned to keep these memories for here on this website.  Folks that come here need no explanation. 

Life continues to move along to the cadence of the second hand, and we must also or give up.

Blessing to all you that press on for your loved ones.

Keep On, Keeping On. dJ