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.
The last 6 weeks have been quite long. But I survived. Barely. I have never felt more at home than I did on Saturday as I watched the snow fall on the Rocky Mountains. It’s good to be home.