Ani, how much of happiness is in the everyday and that is why it goes unnoticed by most of us. Packing a child’s tiffin, getting rid of their old clothes and books, waiting (in anticipation)….Pain is also in the everyday-that conversation one cannot have, the wanting to touch-that-can-never-be-fulfilled, at least in this life. But every morning I wake and cuddle you and hold you close. With trauma comes its own healing, a deepened understanding of the meaning of life and being (that must, above all, subsume that of nonbeing). Ani, how much of life’s learning I will always owe to you. hugs, ma