…And hopefully it will be. This year was one of the toughest I’ve ever gone through.
Dad’s death is still prominent in my thoughts, and it is still causing deep, deep emotions to surface on an almost-daily basis. I guess that’s just part of the grieving process.
Last night, Darla and I spent the evening watching the last two Back to the Future films she gave me for Christmas. It was a nice, quiet celebration of the New Year’s arrival.
However, the tranquility of the beginning of the new year is about to be broken with a major snowstorm bearing down on the Gateway City. Before it’s all finished late tomorrow night, five to nine inches of the white stuff are expected to be on the ground. I can’t wait. I love the snow.