Sharing a few Moments

I am taking time to clean my closets. Not literally. That's too much trouble and I don't have the time or the energy for that. No, I'm talking about my mental closets, and unfortunately, there's as much or more clutter than the real closet. But so much in there to take out, look at, and put away again. Occasionally, something to throw away, but not much... All those memories in there are what makes me me. Good, bad, or otherwise... As days go by, and I look through the closets, it gives me an opportunity to relive some really good things, too examine some tough things without so much pain, and to reorder the things that are important. Since the day when I was 26 and heard the words that I never expected to hear, "You have cancer" my life changed. In that instant, it became crystal clear that priorities needed to be examined, and so I did. My family is first and foremost, way before me. I can't think of a thing that will ever change that.