The full moon rising just before dawn, a super moon, cast its blessings on us and dawned a new stage. We are not accepting “It is what it is.”

Living independently as senior citizens, we have been posed with a hard fact and harsh reality over this last misadventure in American healthcare– It’s not a question of If. It’s a question of When. Something Happens.

We had a near miss these past ten days. Yuri got a hospital infection that led to pneumonia, and the Dragon reared its ugly head on the first day at rehab.

When Monday came around after an excruciating weekend of grass pollen, Yuri woke up unable to breathe. Early and mid-mornings are known to be the worst times for pollen release, but when the EMTs arrived at 6:30 a.m., there was no question of his difficulty. In the ER,

On a beautiful summer’s day twenty-five years ago, my mother left her beloved garden and euphemistically passed on, transitioning from her physical state into the ethereal. Flowers from her garden graced the connecting rooms with their fragrances, spreading a comfort blanket over what was happening imminently– her death. It was her birthday.

A month can be a long time. What is a month– thirty days, four weeks in certain months, and five weeks in others March, May, August)? A short time that can change your life around.