I hate this week. Every year, I dread this week coming. Yesterday would have been my nephew Roy's 9th birthday. Tuesday it will be 9 years since he died. Tuesday it will be 4 years since my gram died. I wonder somedays what life would be like if both of them were here. Would I have actually taken up knitting if my gram hadn't died? I got all her stuff afterwards and then started. I guess the nice thing about it is whenever I pick up my knitting or crocheting it makes me think of her.