This week, I’ve seen myself reflected in others’ eyes, and I’m not entirely happy with what I’ve seen.  I’ve resolved that I’m going to change some things, try to become more of who I want to be.

I’ve also spent a lot of time trying to figure out what I’m passionate about other than my kids.  I used to have a lot of interests, but I let depression and bad choices take some away.  It’s time to change that too.

Tonight, I found out that someone I admired growing up died.  Her funeral was today.  She was the mother of one of the kids I used to hang around with in town when I was young (fourth grade and under).  I remember exploring their back yard, and the cars that were in the back yard that her sons were working on.  I can remember going to her house the day I got a black eye.

I don’t remember seeing her much after the incident where I got the black eye.  I moved away soon after that.

I didn’t realize it until today, but in addition to my friend, her youngest, she had 8 children.  It was a different time back then, but French Catholic families tend to be bigger too.

I know they’ll never see this, but Cookie, you and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.