I vividly remember my mother relating how she sat on the stairs after saying goodbye to the last guests at my father's funeral, and thinking, "Now what?"

This was nearly 50 years ago. (He died young). I've had to deal with many deaths that shattered me since then...and this memory invariably returns. "Now what?" I try to channel Alice and envision myself at the bottom of the rabbit hole, opening doors to a new Adventure. As acceptance increases, it becomes an exciting new Adventure.