My journal tells me that a year ago today my brother called me on the phone to tell me he had coughed up blood the night before.
"This is it," he said.
Somehow, he knew.
About three months later he was gone.
I miss you so much, Jim!
Tuesday was spa day. Spa day is always ruffffffff for me since standing too long gives me jimmy-legs (legs that shake in case you have nev...