All Is Well

Gosh, I realize I left you all hanging with the announcement of Michael's death and nothing since.

First, you have to love a man who makes a Bishop listen to Om Nama Shivaya (that was the deal breaker for St. Mary's...big thanks to Father Smyth and the Notre Dame family for a truly lovely funeral service).

Second, despite all the warnings that my anticipatory grief wouldn't really save me from having to grieve all over again...well, I think we may have underestimated just how gifted my teacher was. Not that I don't miss him like the dickens and I've shed tears, no doubt, but wow. I'm only now BEGINNING to really appreciate the work that has been done the last several years. More on that in the future...interwoven with everything I do for the remainder of my time on the planet, I suspect.

But for now, I'm realizing that my material world has developed more than a few issues during my time of caregiving so I may not be here too much for the time being while I get my own foundation shored up at the house and what remains to be done with Dad's estate. Don't worry about me, just have to tend to business behind the scenes.

But first, a crucial matter. I'm off to the United Center to remind Detroit that they do, in fact, suck.

Once a hockey girl, always a hockey girl. Didn't come this far to get knocked off the puck now.

Back when I can be...

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[Jerry Q]

This is great life goes on in spite of our taragadies. That was one of the real messages I got from don't blame the game.