One of my favorite writers, and a woman whom I've met twice in two different cities, is Maya Angelou. Anyone who has yet to discover her Life is poor indeed.

Golly goshkins! I've been having a senior moment for, oh, nigh on to four years now. Having forgotten about my *blog*, I've simply stumbled forwards and backwards since and am stumbling still. My life has upheaved greatly since my last post. The decision to be made is whether to write of the sea-changes.

Nkosi's smile....
I see it with my eyes closed; I hear his voice. I cannot sleep.
Godspeed, you bravest of the brave amongst us.
Good night, sweet, wise child!
We will not forget.