November
November is here. It’s hard to believe Christmas is about fifty days away! November is a difficult time for me, emotionally. The month is littered with wonderful happenings mixed with difficult memories. I lost both my paternal grandparents, thirteen years apart, in November. Rick’s birthday was in November; my first miscarriage was November 18, 1986; Rick’s brain tumor was diagnosed November 23, 2009; my Aunt Valeria (whom I named my daughter after) passed away November 25, 1984. I moved out on my own November 23, 1978; my cousins birthday was November 12, probably the cousin I spent the most time with over my life. We were actually third cousins, but a lot like sisters. My first overnight stay that I can remember was there. We shared great grandparents on the James side. Her grandma Smith was my papaw James’ sister. Thanksgiving is in November. Last year, we had Thanksgiving dinner at moms with almost all the family. It was a really good day! This coming sunris...