Persistence

Unfortunately, I have no new news from the detectives. I plan to make an appointment with the 'cold case' detective now assigned to the case. I need him to be able to put names with faces and I need to do the same. Most importantly, I have to let him know my mom is more than a case number or file. Thanks to life in general and my work schedule, I have not had an available day to meet with him yet.

However, without getting into too many specifics, there is one aspect of this nightmare where I know my persistence has produced results. Nothing great or earth-shattering, but enough to give me the encouragement I need to keep pressing forward.

Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
--Emily Dickinson

I recently found this poem and really like it. So much that I have a print with the 1st two lines hanging in my living room. Just wanted to share it with you.

Still nothing new. I called the detective last week and was not surprised by his comment, "We are waiting on the Crime Lab." And so we wait . . . . .