I sure miss my dad

I sure miss my dad.  I took this picture with him on his last flight aboard a B-17 Flying Fortress, the Nine-O-Nine, September 9, 2007 in New Hampshire.  A birthday gift from his family.  I was the lucky one to help him get aboard, luckier yet when they told me to stay and go with him.  His last, my first, one I will never forget.

You could see the memories in his eyes.  He was there, flying over Italy or Africa, it was like it was yesterday.

I sure do miss my dad.  No one to turn to anymore.

Will someone throw me a rope?

Have you ever been at the point where no matter what, which ever way you turn, you seem to be sinking deeper?  You reach out for a branch and it breaks?  You try to tread water and find out your in quick sand?  You feel like a pelican in the gulf, soaked in oil and there's nothing you can do about it until someone catches you and helps.  Will someone please throw me a rope!

It has been said in many places that we are responsible for our own happiness.  While I may agree with the responsibility part, I often wonder about whether one has the ability to, even though they have the responsibility for it.  Are we set up to fail?  Is the task sometimes the impossible mission?  I think it might be.

I am struggling with that right now and am looking for someone to throw me a rope...  suggest something possible.