I've said this before, the more that's going on the less I seem to blog.
These are the post-Ava days. This has to mean something. A wee person (I barely knew) that came to mean so much, her presence, her courage, her parent's courage, my brother's courage. It has to mean something. She was meant to be here for the short time that she was here.
Will this do? There is a lot going on, and less I want to blog.