2012 seems like a good time to reflect on 2011. there's less pressure since the year's already ended. Which means no rushing the new year's resolutions or trying to figure out which lessons i learned and which ones i ignored. and most likely, i ignored a lot.
i heard the following song sometime after thanksgiving but before pearl harbor day. the first time i played it, dad was sitting on the couch next to me; both of us in silence, listening, "when you go, what you leave is a work of art, on my chest, on my heart." he was right, really. we are all master painters in our own way.