I encouraged myself to keep my word, and post here today. However, I'm just not feeling it, today. The closer it gets to the seventh of February, the more detached I will become. That's the day my dad passed away. I didn't get to grieve him very long (two months and two days) when I was slammed with the news about Jeremy. Then, in December of '19, my nephew was murdered. My Aunt Beth passed away last March, and my ex fiance passed away one year and four days after Jeremy did. -GTG