I screwed up the count last week, will have to fix it later.
Emo here but not that much of it.
One year, for Christmas, Penny made me a fimo sculpture of a cute little pink dragon offering her (somewhat realistic) heart.
I want to find that again.
I want to start scanning her letters in.
On a scale of 0-10, where 0 is no pain, and 10 is the worst (emotional) pain I've ever felt, I rate this week a sustained 2. Visiting Mom and Grandma on Saturday pushed it to 4, but otherwise I seem to be pretty numb this week, and displaced anger is not so white-hot as over the last few weeks.
I'm remembering what Penny did for me in making me think more constantly of others, and of trying to be kinder.
Going to the 5th grade graduation ceremony from international school, of a semi-godson. Penny would have chosen to go years ago, but not so likely, in recent years. I forget how limited her movement had gotten.