And good riddance. 2011 will always be the year my Ma died no matter what other good things happened to me. Her death eclipses all 365 days. All I can claim from it is her cold hands and the smell of HOSPITAL from which I will never come clean and will spur panic attacks for years to come.
I’m still thinking of what I want to accomplish in 2012. When I have a list, I’ll post it. As of right now all I have is “Not 2011.”