I survived

I survived the dates I dread most. July 13-16. The only major meltdown I had came on Saturday in a parking lot in Crested Butte, Colorado. For some unknown reason, I started thinking of Ian's nurse and relived every moment of the last three hours of his short life. From the time she removed the tube to the time he took his last breath in my arms. The woman is a saint. I declare July 16 to be the day of Saint Linda. :-)

Sometimes it just sucks to be me.