It has been quite some time since I have penned an epistle in this space (blogged is just such an ugly word — sounds more like a personal problem). My life has been a whirlwind the past three weeks — the death of my Grandma, a nasty illness, the vigil and death of my mother-in-law. In the previous three weeks I was at work for three days. There is so much to write about I don’t know where to begin. It is strange to be back at work. I hardly remember what it is that I do. It is good to be back to normal life though. I sometimes feel dissatisfied with my little life, but my absence from it brought me new appreciation for it. It is the least of the gifts I have gained from the events that have transpired recently.