As I sit here sick with bronchitis, with a hurting chest and struggling to breathe, I wonder how mom felt as her lungs were under constant attack.
Each day I try to take as a new day, with a new attitude/outlook, and try to make it positive.
I miss talking to her, and seeing her smile.  I just watched a video she made for us before she passed - of her dancing - and it was so cute to see her dancing.  That was her favorite thing to do, she absolutely LOVED to dance, anywhere, anytime, with anyone watching.
Short post - not sure what else to say, and need to take a break to get through my hacking coughs...bye for now.