Saying Goodbye to 2011.

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.”