In my life, I have turned a corner. I have been undergoing some serious treatment for my anxiety and between the psychiatrist and therapist treating me for PTSD, the anti-anxiety medications, and the hypnotherapy for everything dark in my life, I'm so zen it sometimes scares the poo out of me. I've never felt so light and positive in my life!
So, here is my promise to keep more regular in my blogging and to stay in touch a little better.
One of the things that happened recently was the loss of one of my younger brothers. He was so creative, loving, unconditionally-loving, troubled, physically ailing, and undaunted spirits I've ever had the good blessing to know. A brilliant artist, a loving husband, a brokenhearted absentee father (due to some poor choices in women), a science and space aficionado, an inquisitive mind, a communicator with both U.S. and Russian spacemen and engineers, and a man who would never say "no" even when he was suffering the worst physical pain. His body fell apart, but his mind remained keen and his spirit strong. I love him and am, at the same time, sad that I will not see him again in mortality, elated that his physical pain is gone, and curious about how delighted he was to see the endless expanse of Heaven. I would love to say Rest In Peace, but there is no way he's resting. He's investigating, communicating, asking questions, taking measurements, drawing blueprints and specs, finally realizing the answers to his infinite questions, and entertaining with his wacky sense of humor. So, rather than Rest In Peace, I'll say Live In Peace Eternally and can't wait to see you again, little brother, David Lee Rickman, Sr.