One year ago today...albeit on a Sunday, and not a Monday...I lost my Father, and my Mother lost her best friend. This past year has been rough, drastically racing to clean up and empty the house, to sell it as soon as possible...find a new place to live, moved into a new condo that still needs a ton of work to be done...

And along the way, realize which friends and loved ones really matter and actually show true care for you...further harden your skin to deal with the ever-growing entitlement of the growing populace, the realization that some people just are not worth the attention they crave and yearn for...

It's been a rough day, even if nothing really happened. Just thinking back to this day, one year ago, remembering where you were, what you were doing, and wishing it could all go back to that way...

*Sighs*

Depression is still the biggest bitch to productivity, but life moves on...like my Father would say, "You need to be strong, and keep carrying on."

Progress will be made. Hopes will be realized. One day, all that I could ask for will come...