My father-in-law has been gone over a year now. I think I miss him even more now. I catch myself thinking of things I need to remember to tell him. Something James did that he would get a kick out of, or thinking of how much Patrick is grown and how proud I think he would be. His memory pops up for me at the most random moments....like in the bead store. As soon as I saw this pendant I could hear his voice in my head saying "the Lost Forest:...it's what he used to call his property. I worked on this and thought of him. It was painfully hard to sell it, but I can't help but feel I was meant to. You can't hold on to hard to things. You can only love them and then let them go when it is time to. I miss you Dad.