All my life, I have been told of a loving Father which is an image I clung to as I never had one. The Christian faith is burned deep into my soul/mind...and even though I have no “faith” I still find comfort in it’s familiarity. I’m also Heathen and find comfort in the sagas of my ancestors and the images of Freyja, sweet Sunna, and Hel. The Disir I adore. What’s interesting is faith or no faith I’m observant enough to know that there’s things that go bump in the night that a .357 won’t do. Along the way we kept notes of who was to get what when she passed herself. For instance, when we moved her recliner, she said that Dad should get it. It didn’t matter that he had a perfectly fine recliner of his own, he wrote it down on the notepad. Likewise, when we moved Grandpa’s flag and his medals, she told us I was to get them eventually. I already knew that, but we wrote it down anyway.At the beginning of November, I took a week off from consulting and did a book tour for Officer. “You saw me in Splash?” Aunt DC asked wide-eyed, blushreturning to her face. “Um, yeah.” “I was kinda, ummm, nude in there…” “Not so much. A few boob flashes…” “And a long scene with the camera right on my butt!”“Best butt I’ve ever seen!” We both laughed and Aunt DC relaxed. “It really was, though.” She reached over and mussed my hair. “Why, thank you,nephew.” We talked about other. , the New Year meeting celebration of my loving husband’s office was decided to be a costume party. A banquet room in a one of the local hotels was rented and there we had the costume party on the last Saturday of the year.It was supposed to be a grand affair and it was supposed to be a mystery costume party...meaning that we were supposed to leave our costumes on all night long and nobody could tell anybody who they really were. My husband Victor went as Batman and I went as Cat Woman.My.