So it will be another Grandson...

Nikki called last night to tell us that they are 95% sure that this Grandchild will be a boy! That is okay with me but I think they wanted a girl to go with David. Boys are good though. That will make things simpler when they can share clothes. They will be born at nearly the same time of year so clothes can be handed down with some chance they will fit when needed.

I went to the safe deposit box and got out the gold necklace that Dad left to Nikki. I believe it is now the right time to give it to her. I hope she will cherish it and keep up with it. Dad loved her so much and wanted the best for her. I really understand those emotions now. We gave Sara the one Mother had saved for her. So that responsibility is gone.

There are a few more momentos that will go to one or another of the kids. Maybe go to a grandchild who displays interest in the item kind of like I did back when. Then in a generation more, all will be forgotten. Maybe I should document what is significant about each item so there will be some kind of record.

Effigy of Grief

Effigies are used in grieving by providing a tangible representation of what has been lost, allowing a mourner to connect with who or what they've lost , which can help with the process of acceptance and emotional expression, particularly when the loss is sudden or traumatic; they can be used to focus grief and memories around a physical likeness, offering a sense of continued presence even in their absence

Spock

Spock is my favorite character in all fiction. A character who bridged the gap between two worlds and faced disdain from each. Who strove for excellence and exemplified strength, character, intelligence, and control. His nearly emotionless demeanor was a perfect foil for those who would attempt to intimidate or insult him. It was a style I would endeavor to imitate to thwart those attempting to insult, demean, or scare me in my own young life. I bought this little figure to remind me to guard against letting my defenses down and allowing emotional hurt to strike me. But I doubt my recollection of Spock will work for me again. It was the last gift from my past. Perhaps I will find another reservoir of strength.

Island Walk

I always try to help Rachael with Hubbard/Rockford if asked. They had me down for 3 days but at last minute asked for the other day. Work at Rockford is slow so working isn't hard, but not following my usual routine tired me out a bit. I still had some work I could take care of up in Cullman. Some bushhog work and other little items but the high temps held me back a bit. I did ride my bike a little and got in some of my walking in addition to some chores. Max needed to be delivered to Charlotte, SC for his drum major camp. I volunteered to take him. I was glad to be able to perform this chore for him but the long trip up and back combined with extra heavy traffic in the Atlanta are, which extended to within 30 miles of Alabama, combined to really tire me out. There had been a problem with my left rear wisdom tooth for over a year, so I decided I should get it taken care of before I wound up isolated somewhere in PEI. The extraction didn't appear to be problematic until just be...

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