As I continue writings these blogs, I am starting to think I may need therapy. So many of my musings are dark and heavy. Unfortunately, this one follows that same vein. Last week was my mom’s birthday. She has been dead for 19 years. At one time, when people would speak to me about dead relatives with such longing in their narrative and then tell me the relative had been dead for longer than three years I honestly would think, what is wrong with them? Grow up already; surely