I’m out of things to say my friends, and I yet I sit here and write because it makes me feel better. It’s been a hard weekend. I stood with my mother at the bedside of one of my uncles today during the last hour of his life. I don’t have answers as to why some lives are so much more difficult than others. His life has always been difficult and yet honestly, he was mostly a really cheerful guy. How? I have no idea. I would not have endured with as much vigor and zest for life.