Tomorrow

I prepare for bed keenly aware of tomorrow.  On May 12, 1994, my mom passed away from ALS.  It was very difficult to see her go through that process and I wouldn’t wish that disease upon anyone, not even my worst enemy.  It’s horrible.

So, I’m feeling a bit melancholy this evening as I think about her passing.  More about that tomorrow.

For now, I really need to get some sleep.