It's been a rough year. I cared for my mother until Alzheimer's claimed her in July. Watching what she went through was a nightmare to such an extent that we were all relieved when she passed. No one should have to go through that.

My 86 year old dad is still living on our place, and is pretty spry. He does have serious heart problems, however, and has been in the hospital twice since mom died. I expect one day he just won't wake up, but until then, I keep an eye on him and do all I can for him.

My husband also has some heart problems, and has been in the hospital once since mom died, but he's doing all right now. Still, it's worrying.

To add to this, a daughter that died over 30 years ago had to be exhumed, since the family ranch on which she was buried was due to be sold, and I didn't want any complications about visiting her grave. I had her remains cremated, and her ashes are here with me. The process was another nightmare.

Finally, it would appear I have lost my only surviving sibling, a much younger brother, over political differences, of all things. His choice...not mine. Never mine. I can't believe he would think this way, but apparently he does.

All in all, it's seemed like a never ending crap storm, but I am a strong (very strong) woman and will get through this. It's just that, sometimes, I don't think I can take any more. I can, of course, but I just don't want to.

Kind words appreciated always.