Nine months this week. I try not to think about the ninth of every month but at nine months since Jakes passing, I think it is still to early for that not to happen. I am now moved out of the house where Jake died and living temporarily in San Marcos until I find where I want to be which will most likely be near the beach. So much has changed in the 3 years since this began. Loss of a business, home, relationship and my son. Looking back, I know that I tried so hard to plan my life. I had everything figured out when I was young. I knew what I wanted to do, and did it. I was living the American dream with 3 beautiful children, a nice home and family. I knew what I was going to do as the years went by. First raising the kids, then selling my business and traveling a bit while enjoying my future grandchildren. Jake would call me once in a while to help him fix a broken screen door or something else that was not working correctly. Alex and Anne would do the same. My life was as planned as any television show or film. Then the bottom fell out of my life and I now question my plans and purpose. I have realized that you really cannot plan anything.
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