Well, well, well...don't look now, but I have been alive for SIX WHOLE MONTHS after my nearly fatal (or more accurately, my temporarily fatal) heart attack. IT ahs been quite the six months too:


I survived a heart attack.
I have moved (well, I live in a new house now...we are slow moving out of the old one).


That's the good news.


The rest of the notable items are not so great....
I lost  Cub Scout from our pack.
I lost a close DEAR friend who was a wonderful man...love you Fr. Angelo.
I have had to watch my mother deteriorate to the point where she can not always recognize me as her son.


Not long before my heart attack, I severed a nerve in my finger, and just about 1 year ago, I was diagnosed with a cataract.


and...in a story that will have to wait for it's own post, I almost lost my father to pancreatitis, and have had to go to Pennsylvania twice because he has been taken to the hospital.


Not the best of years, I gotta tell ya.


Of course, as I have been reminded so many times...I should be glad I was here to experience this last half-year, even if it stunk.


It is hard to believe six months has passed, until I really start to think about it, I can't imagine that I have been dealing with this that long. But then I think about all of the progress physically; I have moved from walking for 10 minutes on my street, to running the equivalent of a 5k race (3.1 miles) 3 times a week. I think about the yearly events; Thanksgiving (my first day home), Christmas, birthday number 47 (or number 1 depending on how you look at it), Easter, and now the beginning of summer...wow.


Maybe it ISN'T so hard to believe six months is gone.


Today also marks the halfway point of the life of this blog.
I hope you have found good things in my messages, I hope you have found value in spending your time with me, and most of all, I hope that I have used my "2nd life" to give more to this word than I have taken away. I hope God is satisfied with what I have done with his gift of SIX MORE MONTHS.


As for the story about my dad, if you want to read it, you'll have to come back tomorrow.


Good night & God bless.