When my mom passed away--I was extremely fortunate to have a wonderful relationship with her--I had no one to talk to. Also, I was burning up with all the nonsense going on within our extended family. Today, that very closely knit family is scattered with some holding grudges for ridiculous things. The result was I didn't have anyone to talk to. I started a blog as a tribute to my mom and poured out a little of what I felt, although I could never really be too personal. I was afraid. I don't know of what... but I was. I still hesitate to write some truths. Your words are so soothing to me, Liberty. Hugs and thanks. It was a wonderful day in my life when I met you. Hugs! And love.