12/12/12, Heh.  I like days that have interesting numbers.  Today will be the last "Perfect" numbered day in my lifetime, I think. . .   Who knows what the future holds, but I doubt another ninety years for me.    It's interesting how you think things you feel will never change.  Maybe they don't, maybe we just get used to the way they feel, kinda numb.  Or Me, I think I forget . . . a double edged sword that is.  I still miss those I lost, I love, but it seems I'm starting to remember who I was.  The man that sings every morning when he gets up, likes to laugh for no reason other than to just laugh.  I still have moments of overwhelming sadness, guilt, and feelings of hating who I am, but they are happening less every day.  I remembered I'm forgiven, not perfect.  We can't change life, only how we react to it.  I still do wrong, I still do right, I help when I can, I pray when I can't, I dance in the rain,  except today, it was TOO cold to dance in the rain.    Such a great number for a day, such a cold, rainy, yucky windy thing.  Time waits for no one, no even for those who are too lost to know there way. . . but I shall not be lost forever.