WEEK from TOMORROW

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul-
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops
-at all.
-Emily Dickinson

I am so tuned into the date and time we are traversing. I so remember two years ago looking out the window at St. Joe's Spire and Holy Names Dome. I was so unsure of how this leukemia thing was going to work out. We always had hope.

It has taken us a very long way but will need to stay for a while longer.

The 28th, she moves from St. Joes, a place that has been so wonderul to us in endless ways, to Holy Names (HNA to those in the know).