As I grow older I understand that you cannot hold on to the past with a vice-like grip: to do so is to wear a coat made of agony and sewn with lead. But to shrug off that coat and let the grief slip from your shoulders is an act of farewell that take enormous strength. I know that for me, to be cast bare and shivering in a blizzard of emptiness while resolutely stepping forward has been one of the hardest challenges of my life.

I did not write the above but i felt like having it here.

work has been taking my time and my freedom, but no complains

for the returns are worth it

The sudden disturbance and return of persons, really throw me off balance

BoTin left today, upsetting