Another week has gone by. Today is Saturday and got home from a lovely trip. On my way home I went to the art museum where my beautiful daughter`s art was hung for all to see. Of a girl sitting on a wooden rocker, in front of a big widow, while reading a book. A strange old man wanted to soak in the whole picture because he was so close that no one else could the painting. I asked him nicely to please move so that everyone could see but the man was crying. I stopped myself. I know I know I will move just, give me a few seconds for the person who made this was my daughter and she died three years ago. I was confused and upset that he said that his little girl made this picture but the truth was my daughter had made this. Just let it
