my brother calls it "life" and he is a man of very few words... thanks for clapping and acknowledging that we too benefit when a person can write about things we struggle with the words for... I also would like to share that I am just now realizing that I wish to take responsibility for making memories, and special meals, and treats, and curious to see and hear what my grands and friends say about me. That has nudged me from the paralysis of grief and whining about back when I .... We are making new memories ALL the TIME...and they are kewl and fun and at the same time very different. Peace and more peace.... I have many friends who celebrate Ramadan and last night I noticed for the first time neighbors and strangers going to a local carryout to break the fast following the most spectacular sunset I have ever seen... Mostly men middle aged and elderly, but the greetings were profound and each meal prepared for them was made with love carried away in styrofoam and plastic... (which horrified me when I rant about plastics... and mostly eaten alone or in the car or wherever and it made me also sad and wondering about family and orphans and how we show the resilience and comfort of faith. I also though waiting for 40 minutes got the best hummus ever... worth waiting for.. Special chick peas. special recipe??? who knows.. I can usually easily make my own... but I can also tell the story as a new interfaith tradition... Happy Ramadan ... Ramadan Mubarak! he said as he gave me my back.. I appreciate you I am sorry you wait so long it is good, we made it special for you..