I predicted my fall, quite a few posts back, but right now I've started the process of de-cluttering. I've gained a lot of clutter since my Father passed away, so I have to go through a lot of stuff that is not my own. He left clues for me to add to the fray. In an old dilapidated photo album I just found a letter and card from J. Muñoz - Overdijk. In it she talks about the process it had taken to find me and how they had been on the phone on August 6th 2013 (I hadn't remembered the exact date) when I showed up without warning. This just hit me like a ton of bricks, and no it's not what you want me to hear, but what I have to deal with right now. I feel like I'm on fire, maybe like a hot flash, but I'm a man, not supposed to have those.