Sometimes it is next to impossible to see the beauty in a day. The sorrow is overwhelming. A list of names and ages adds itself to the story and I am struck by the fact that I played “slap-jack” with a six-year-old this morning. Snuggling with her 9 year-old-brother was a luxury. I spent my time today adding good stories to the memory box, for you never know when that is all you will have left.