A new year; a new life. And so it goes.

I've made it through my first holiday season without my beloved. It was rough. I'm slowly moving along...

I know Friend Hubby was proud of me when I got my AA degree from a local college (formerly a junior college); he told EVERYONE that I'd graduated. I honestly think he was prouder of my accomplishment than I was--and I was proud that I'd obtained the degree. Then, when I started back to school (USF) last fall, Friend Hubby was definitely proud of me. He knew I loved to write, and that I was following my heart to get a four-year degree with some form of writing. When he died half-way through the semester, I was almost ready to drop out of school, I was so devastated. And yet, knowing how proud he was of me, I had to keep going. I didn't fare as well as I knew I could in sign language, but in my other classes, I earned As and Bs. Friend Hubby would have been proud of my grades.

I'm starting the next semester next week. I'm retaking sign language so I can get the grade up, and am also taking French I. The other classes are writing classes (2) and one lit class. It'll be a full course-load, but I know I can do it. As much faith as Friend Hubby had in me, I know I can do it.

And so, onward toward my writing degree.

Thank you, beloved. I can feel your hugs.