I would like to start this blog with a great writer Virginia Woolf, who left a letter to her sister and to her dear husband, and to us her life.

To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. always the years between us, always the years. Always the love and . . . always the hours . . .