I have arrived in San Antonio and started falling into a routine, sometimes I think, how am I doing this, day after day? Is this it?

Deciding to come back to Texas was difficult, before my dad died we had a pretty sad heart to heart. He was telling me how much he didn’t want to leave me and made me promise if anything happened I would come home.

Today I feel strange, not happy or sad but reflective. I am thankful for being a strong woman. Thankful that I am compassionate. It is what makes me different and special.

I miss hearing my dad’s voice telling me I am ok and am doing a great job. I miss having Carl to take over when things get difficult or just to break things down for me.