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!
I could say my life has gone to the dogs, but let's face it... it's been that way for almost 17 great years. My blog started out as ...