Blessings

I awake this morning energized by the gifts of good fortune. When you outlive all your closest male friends, as I have, it does something to your attitude. You can't help but wonder why they are gone but not yourself, especially since your own bad habits of self-destruction appeared to be greater than theirs. It doesn't make sense.

But there it is. It, life, must be a gift. So you hope to make the best of it. And, of course, you still miss your friends hugely. Everything's different without them.

But there it is.