My brother continues to encourage me to write. The problem is I sit in front of the screen and feel- stuck. I don't want to write of the snags in my heart, I suppose after the accident I wrote and found it therapeutic. And now when I search my thoughts in front of the computer I find those emotions are so readily there. So I keep it simple. Its not that my days are cloudy and sad, not at all. I am happy and busily raising my three beautiful children. I simply miss my sister and her friendship. But I do have so much to smile about. Even as I write, Ysa is climbing into my lap, still warm from her afternoon sleep..."ma-ma. Ma-Ma! shoes on." And I can't deny how my whole being warms for her. She is such a beautiful mix of her loving parents. So many endearing qualities. My beautiful girl, almost two. From here on as I continue to heal, I hope to sit down and write without fear. But to focus on our family now and all the beautiful up and downs that comes with that.