Hello, friends. I’m a day late, but it’s never too late. No matter how strained some relationships are, I hope that you can find the strength to value the opportunities to love. I’ve not been able to see my mom, to hug her, to tell her how much I appreciate her for decades because she was killed by a drunk driver when I was nine. She had gone for a walk to clear her head after my stepfather hit her. She was only 36. Yesterday was a tearful day for me.
To compound things, my wife recently divorced me. I have days that I feel I’m barely hanging on.