I’m trying to get back into my edits and writing, something that was so easy for me before last month and the death of my daughter. It helps for me to have things to occupy my mind, but so hard to concentrate. It’ll take time, I know. Time used to seem to fly, but now it’s crawling. Probably because I want it to fly;  I know that time is the only thing that will help me feel better.

I miss her so much. December has been so difficult, to put it mildly, for the last two years. I only hope next December is better.