Ken would have been 51 today. I miss him so much.
When I started this blog, I never dreamed that this would be post number 2,000. That’s supposed to be a milestone. I guess it is, in a way. Half of my family of birth is gone. I’ve finally learned how those other people who have lost so much continue to get up in the morning and go on with life every day.
The cilantro seeds I planted ten days ago have sprouted big time. There are ten tiny seedlings in the pot.
I’ll take that as a gift from the brother with the green thumb to the sister who never had one before. Thanks, my only brother — and happy birthday.