Just when I thought it was okay and my sadness was controlled. It all came back...noi as hard but still there. Today is the 2-year anniversary of my oldest and wisest nephew passed away. He was only 46 years old. I would have never imagined I would be at his funeral...I thought I would go first. I'm a few years older than he was...My world seemed to crumble a little when I heard my sister tell me Artie was gone. I was in shock and disbelief then and I'm still having a hard time not picking up the phone to call or text him. I still go to his Facebook page to check out his pictures, words of wisdom, and other things he said. I wish I could have said good-bye...I wish he would have gone to the hospital and stayed like the doctors wanted him to. But who knew the flu and bronchitis could be so bad on you? Who knew that by lying in bed and on the couch you could develop a blood clot that would quickly travel to your lungs...who knew? We sure didn't. Our poor nephew is gone. He passed away just four months after my mom, his grandma whom he called mom passed away. They were very close. She raised Artie and his brother Aaron. Aaron is still with us and so are Artie's 7 children (one stepson). I can't even imagine what his mom, my sister, is going through. She lost her oldest son. His sister Michelle is also grieving. She'll be okay but it must be tough on them. It's tough on the whole family.

The holidays are  just not the same...I'm trying to enjoy Christmas. Thanksgiving wasn't great. I was sick with the flu even though I got a flu shot. My family doesn't get together on Thanksgiving. My husband's family does...unfortunately, I was too sick to go out. I feel a little better now.. I'm at work.

Oh boy, I need to do some...work that is.

Signing out!