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So, thought I'd post. Mom has been gone now 6 years. Hardly seems true. I enjoy being on my own & yet I miss her too. Time moves and yet I seem to be static. I am currently unemployed ... again! You can't tell around here that there is a better job market. I certainly can't find it and can't find a job either. This October I will turn 57. I feel like my meter's running out, not necessarily physically but mentally you realize that you will be 60 soon and that seems like a downhill number. Anyway, I am here and I am fine and life is the same and yet different. Like being on one of those airport moving sidewalks where you appear to move and yet not. You know? :)