Right behind you

Last week I went back home to New Mexico, deathly sick I maintained reality on DayQuil and espresso and all the red Chile I could force myself to eat. Before my flight home I was shaking, my ears were ringing, I was sure I was not going to make it- but, after a beer and 3 cocktails I got on the airplane… I did make it home, but my advice to everyone – remember Death is just always “right behind you“.

P.S. Thank you GOD, for making people just show up out of no where and letting me see everyone I love.