Usually, 2 mornings a week I go to the gym before school. On these days, I am so happy to be able to go directly home after school, that leaving the house by 5:25 doesn’t seem too daunting of a task. Generally, I have my workout clothes ready to go in the bathroom and I simply get dressed and slip out of the house. Well, this morning I wasn’t my usual organized self and I needed to grope in the dark to find a suitable shirt for my yoga class. I have a pretty amazing tactile sense and I reached into my t-shirt drawer and felt a shirt that I haven’t worn or seen for quite awhile. When I pulled it out, I had to smile – it was a shirt given to me by my mother-in-law, Sheila. Today is the 2nd anniversary of her death and as I typed those words, my eyes filled with tears. I really miss her. And her absence in our family (her family) is very much a void which can never be filled. The memory of her, her light, will always outshine any darkness and I know each time we find something we need that came originally from her, (a pair of flip flops in my car when I was on my way to get a pedicure, a springform pan when making tiramisu, a lavender pullover for yoga this morning), that she is still shining on us. Thank you, Sheila. We love and miss you.