As this trip to Australia drew closer I fell prey to a growing anxiety. There were a few things driving that with the most vexing being the time away from my pack. By the time I get home I'll have been away from my posse for three weeks. I'd not gone more than a couple of weeks away from Erin or Kim or Caya in over a year. Put Jill into the mix and I'd not gone more than two weeks without contact with someone in our little family, our little ball of beauty, in close to a decade. Prior,to Jill getting sick that was important but assumed. Since she died it's important and so very not taken for granted.