My sister died, the funeral is over, we're cleaning out her house.

I have her computer... so I can reboot, reload, and give to dad to give to another relative. She had a stamp collection that someone sent her...

Lots of Star Trek stuff... lots of strange stuff.. I miss her.

She was the one who kept up with people. She knew all the gossip. What she didn't know she made up. So my challenge is staying close, staying attached to a variety of relatives... some don't know me that well... or worse.. they know my dirty laundry.. but not my current wardrobe.

I've been thinking about who I am, and who I want to be... I've been isolating from my family. Now the doors are open.. and I need to keep them open.



At least I can write now.. for several lunch hours, I've sat, with an open pad of paper... and stared. I'd jot a grocery list.. I'd write a header.. "what i feel.." or "What I miss about Ginger.." and I don't know where to start.