This has been a frustrating week for me. It started out wonderfully. My beloved sisters and my niece Nikki spent Monday evening with me at dinner, followed by a fabulous pub quiz. Tuesday, I was able to spend a little more time with them and with my niece Dawn. I love these ladies. They make me laugh until I hurt. We talk about important stuff and silly stuff. We praise our children and share our griefs. And I teared up trying to explain to my sister Judie how I am at a loss of how to tell my beautiful daughter how proud I am of her. It just doesn't seem enough to say, "I knew you could do it. You are amazing. Your gift is to be the light of my life." I don't know what to say. After a stop in at Papa Haydn's for a light nibble and a tasty dessert, I opted to take mine home. Chocolate Truffle Cake. And I couldn't finish it. I thought I was past this hurt. I thought I was ready to move on. But I thought wrong. After all, it's been nearly