The Sunday before Thanksgiving 2015.....
I go to get milk, die, get brought back, spend the night PRAYING someone will take some of the damn tunes out of me.


The Sunday before Thanksgiving 2016....
I go to church, get a coffeeuphemism and hot chocolate with my son, get home to a HUGE surprise, s0end the day celebrating my RE-birthday with some of the most special people in my life.


Amazing what difference a year can make.

As you all know, Tuesday is the one year anniversary of my heart attack. so,today, Ashley threw me a surprise party to celebrate. What a fantastic day it was.

Friends came and went all day; some were people we have known long enough to call "family" and some we have only known a few short months. Each person that stopped by, or sent a message added one more piece to the memory of the day that will stay with me for the rest of my life.

Others that I love dearly just couldn't make it. Make no mistake, you all were here in spirit and in my heart.

It was a bit overwhelming to be part of today. So, I am sorry if today's post is a little disjointed, or if I cut it off without properly thanking everyone, but I am exhausted.


So, yeah, a year can make a BIG difference; this one started with a day I wIshmael had never happened, but will never forget, and is ending with a day I will cherish.....and never forget.

Thank you Ashley.

Good night & God bless.