We will learn our new normal.
I was a big fan of Santa. I believed that jolly old guy would deliver every year. I wrote him letters. The first one was
The holidays are upon us, and I am not feeling it yet.
I continually ask myself, what am I leaving for my kids and grandkids to remember about me?
I just had no idea that so many children, and so many families were having their lives turned upside-down because of this terrible disease.
. . . hit the floor with a mighty “BANG,” and I knew, deep down–I knew, it was bad.