And yourself, too?

I'm afraid that my family looks at me as an oddball, while I try to think this one out, Trapper.

Yet, there's a core of quiet confidence inside me.

I dread the thought of holding my loved one's hands while they suffer, and that may be just what happens if I don't tell them what I'm learning and figuring out.

So, I give them gentle hints, as kindly as I can.

But they are a fiesty bunch! I may have to remind them how long I've loved them, and that I'm there for them, no matter what.

Rejection is the worst thing mankind ever invented. The rejector doesn't know what they are missing. (Sigh!)

Where have you written the good things that happened to you, Trapper? I want to read it!