Micki, I spent the night at my sister's last week and on her dresser was a dish that always sat on Mom and Dad's dresser while we were growing up. It stopped me dead in my tracks. I instantly went back to their bedroom and recalled lifting the lid and seeing her scapula and other little medals on pins inside. I wanted to hear her voice, see her, and touch her again. As usual, I quickly pushed the thoughts out of my mind.

I'm sorry for your heartache. I know you and am well aware of your losses and caring for your dad. You are anything but maudlin. In fact when I think of you I hear your laugh. It's contagious. I also admire your loving, caring ways.

Remember to take some time for yourself. You and your dad remian in my prayers.