I have to admit that I used to believe that I didn’t have a lot of experience with death. I’ve had family members pass away in my lifetime, sure. I attended both my maternal grandmother (I was 9) and great-grandmother’s (I was 27) funerals. A maternal cousin passed away early this year at age 35. My paternal grandmother passed away when I was 28 or 29, we’re not exactly sure
I learned a hard lesson a couple of months ago. It’s one that I teach clients about all the time. Back. Up. Your. Files. I wish I had listened to my own advice. Upon learning at the beginning of June that my site hosting had expired and I missed the reactivation window by a mere 48 hours, I lost all of the work that I had created since September. ALL. OF.
I just got back from an amazing (and way too short) week in Denver. So amazing that it will probably take two or three posts. Yup, it was that good. We got to catch up with a lot of our friends that we haven’t seen for a VERY long time (some of them have babies that they didn’t have before – who have celebrated birthdays and are walking, for goodness