Many years ago my husband's youngest brother gave one of our sons a very noisy toy.

A. Very.  NOISY. Well loved toy. 

Hubby swore he was going to get even with this particular sibling but, unfortunately, the brother passed away suddenly and tragically many years ago before that could happen.  

Over the years, the pain of loss has given way to a softer part of myself.  Now, I inwardly snicker when I think of how much I'd still love to pay him back for that toy!  

Does this remind you of something in your life?  Does it inspire a feeling of vengeance or has it become one of those things that makes you smile?  

Happy journaling!


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