A morning tear on my cheek begins my day. Am I tired out from yesterday's chase after answers or saddened the answers remain in the dark? It has been said by those who know, We must choose to live with the questions. I am glad the ache in my heart and the ache in my head remain the same from one year to the next. I still demand the same though time moves on. And a precious daughter writes me notes of love and a drawing of a rainbow with hands.