Winter in Michigan is driving to and from work in bitter cold darkness. I usually go into hibernation mode and just want to eat and sleep. This year, I am hoping to write and crochet when I'm not eating and sleeping. 

Yesterday, I dropped a flower into his grave to honor and say goodbye to fellow author, artist, entertainer, my best friend's brother, and my long-time friend, Dann Furrow. The funeral home was standing room only. He loved the family who adopted him as a baby and, in recent years, found his biological family to have even more people to love and be loved by. More importantly, everyone he met became his family. He lived his life doing the things he loved and with the people he loved. I plan to take a lesson from all the dances he danced, the pictures he drew, the plays he performed in, the music he wrote and played, and the fun he had just being himself. We should all strive to live our life with that same joy.