So lately I thought I've been dealing with things pretty well.  My husband and I are set to close on our new home on Friday, work has been going well-- all in all, I'm doing ok.  Growing up, I always listened to rock, alternative, or punk music (I still have the tattoos and piercings, and wear my Converse One Stars to this day).  On my way to work today, I heard the song Daniel (originally performed by Elton John) sung by Fuel.  Now I haven't listed to Fuel since high school, but was a fan…

I found this site yesterday, and I'm hoping it helps.  Growing up, my father was the strongest person I knew - he always provided for his family, was a hard worker, and a loving father, husband, son, brother, uncle, and friend.  A month after his 49th Birthday, my father had a massive stroke and they didn't think he would make it through the night.  Wrong - my father was a fighter.  Over the years, he had many complications from the stroke, to the point where it was too hard for him to fight…