The world has stopped once again. The memory of the deep searing ache prevalent.  And now my farmer's sister knows that ache.  Another cousin now resides in Glory.  The boy who used my tapered candles as num chucks as he danced from one end of the couch to the other  while watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.  Perpetual Motion.  Eyes sparkling with boundless energy.  Curiosity oozing from every pore.  Mischief; the ring leader of the pack of cousins.  The first one to laugh.  The first one to cry.  The first ... View Post