27 January 2011
I'm working on a new piece, cast from a brooch that belonged to my grandmother. Looking through photographs of those gone and those here, when they were young, and oh! the things I don't know, and oh! the questions I must ask. We lay in the bed the other night, and he told me about his great-grandparents, killed in a forest, and how he thinks of his grandmother and her gentle chiding every morning. Ask your questions, know your past. Tomorrow is a gift, not a given.