My mother died on Pearl Harbor day- the 7th of December, 2013. And today is December 13, eight years and six days further down that stream of life we try to corral, but never can. So it's fitting that I think of her as I begin this project. That's neither good, bad, or ominous. It just fits that relationship is all. You'll figure it out sooner or later. The abused always return to the abuser. Go kick you dog and find out- or plz don't because I love dogs. So don't.