2 Many for 2 years

I survived Mother's Day (barely) now I look forward towards, Father's Day, my Mother's birthday, holidays, and on and on and on.  Which is my point.  Moving on. Moving on holding the love and the memories of those of which we lose close to us. Loss is a fact of life.  As we age we start to see our parents become ill, our friends begin to lose their parents, and if you are like me, over 50, we become ill.

Last year and this year I have faced the biggest challenges of my life; I stopped drinking, I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer, my Mother died unexpectedly, my dearest and closest friends father died, and my dear Nina had her shoulder replaced.  I also moved from a building I had worked in for 20 plus years to a new location, while I was in treatment. My Mother's dog died, and oh, did I mention my niece, the perfect child, has surprised us all with some challenges of her own, an eating disorder.

Did I leave out that my brother, the youngest, informed me "I wasn't really his sister, and he never really liked me anyway," (we have the same Mother, go figure), and everything bad that has happened to me I deserve because I was, "cruel for telling him to step up and be a father, rather than being stoned all the time."

Did I mention how really tired I am?