There’s still something sitting by my jewelry box that needs to be put into your hands. (And what better place for it to sit… something that represents one of the most priceless jewels ever to adorn the planet?)

Not nagging, by any means. I’m all about the busy myself. In fact, I seem to be managing to keep life busy enough that I’m avoiding the sad. Well, most of the time. Nights are worst. Not much I can do about it, though. I’m not the only woman forced to go forth into the world alone. Grandma did it. So can I. So I do what she did; stay busy. Yeah. I know. I’m avoiding the issue. What else can I do when the issue will never, EVER go away, but there doesn’t seem to be a satisfactory resolution? Find little happinesses in little things and keep moving.

I just want to make sure this important thing remains a part of the priority “to-do” list.

In fact, I think this reminder is more for me than anyone else. Part of me is afraid of forgetting… No, that’s not quite it. I’ll never forget. Maybe I’m just not quite ready to let go and move on.

Yeah. Real surprise there. I don’t let people go easily. I’m like a little wolverine that bites, latches on, and doesn’t want to let go of my prey.

It is to sigh.