Life has a funny way of interfering with anything, whether this blog or just about anything. The hands of time move on so fast, especially with each year of age on the calendar, and its a joy, to have the opportunity to return to writing. There may be some rust, that WD40 won't be able to take care of, yet the desire is there. It has been over 10 years since the loss of Tommy Ross. Even with Angelman Syndrome, he was literally taken far too soon at age five. Yet I'm not alone, as other loving parents are in a similar predicament, and all of us on this planet suffer from loss. Each person you meet has and will, so there's no need to look at the mirror. The train up above represents the importance of trekking along, and this doesn't mean forgetting, but rather carrying on the journey no matter the bumps, bruises, or other things associated with day to day life.
When you look up at the stars, these blinking reminders are proof that you are part of something. All of us originate from stardust, and we are at a minimum related 3% to each other. This blog will continue to return to stories of loss, but also those of resolve, resilience, and love in the face of tears that each of us has to endure. There will be mentions of Angelman Syndrome, other medical conditions, seizures, yet it is with anticipation that it will cover far more than that. Also, there will be a local blog of musings around the DC area started, where everything from odd history to people in the community will be featured. Thank you all to who still read this blog, and please feel free to email any ideas, as your support means more than words will ever be able to express.