At the beginning of the year I made a resolution. Not to lose weight (that one would have been broken before Jan 1 was over) or to become more organized (I'm pretty good on that one) but to laugh more than I had last year. I thought this one would be a piece of cake (mmmmm.......cake).
What irony; the task that I thought would have been so easy to perform has proved impossible with Sarah's death. I'm unraveling and don't seem to find pleasure anywhere. Normal is a state that eludes me as I seek to try to redefine what that means now.