I think we can all agree, that this year has been too much. Too much fear, too much sadness, too much anger and I for one am ready for a change.

I have so much I want to write but again I sit here once again struggling. A week and a half ago I got news of the passing of one of my older brothers. He was a favorite of the family, well loved by all his siblings. Not yet 50 years old.

He was number four. Four deaths in five weeks. How does one pull themselves above the water long enough to catch their breath and sort themselves out mentally before the next wave hits?

Honestly I don’t know what else I can say right now, but I have pictures.